I’ve been doing some blog maintenance lately, a lot of background stuff fixing broken links, updating widgets, attributing photo cred, a little SEO, which the latter being something I never thought I would concern myself with. So you probably don’t recognize any change. Although if you are a recurrent reader, you might have notice that my posts have become a bit infrequent.
I’m working on that. Then I realized I don’t have anything – unless it’s personal to blog about.
There’s a lot going on in Jae Mac World and to put it simple I’m feeling quite a bit like Kuzco and just want to shout “YOU THREW OFF MY GROOVE!”
I thought about participating in blogging challenges, using writing prompts, monthly themed posts, writing from a stream of consciousness, becoming a gun for hire – anything to get the juices flowing, but that’s not my style. I write about my life without WRITING ABOUT MY LIFE, hence the infrequent posts (and used properly in a sentence – hence.
So rather than have my blog become a digital narrative of personal events, that could one day be used against me in a court of law strictly to have me committed; I’m choosing to blog only when inspired and never while emotional – well, maybe while emotional, but never while emotionally drunk; in an effort to move pass and if I’m lucky, forget a few things.
Just so you know what page I’m on, I’m currently in a battle with my daughter’s eating disorder – it’s strong, but I’m think I’m winning. Every now and again, my husband brings up several reasons why we need to own a gun for protection. I’m not having it.
I grew up with guns in the house and they were never used for protection – only to intimidate those living in the house. If push came to shove, and shoved really hard, I promised him that unless I carried it with me, locked and loaded, at all times; I would never get to it in time.
My son is a struggling artist. I support his choice; however, the struggle is real. I want him to succeed in his journey in every way, but I feel college, even for an artist, gives you one-up. At times, we bump heads.
I’m lucky enough to have the best of both worlds. I don’t work and I don’t have too. However at this stage in my life, at times; work would be a welcomed retreat. Easy money is the best money. Who wouldn’t want to control their last day?
I love blogging. I hate chores.
I hate that blogging is starting to feel like a chore.
I’m an analysis by trade so there are times I get in the weeds. I love the weeds. Once in the weeds I start to think of the next level. The next level means goals are set. Once goals are set, they become: Bigger. Better. Faster. Stronger. When goals become: Bigger. Better. Faster. Stronger. I get stressed. When I get stressed that’s when I pause and remember that I blog for me.
I’m Just Sayin’…(Damn!)