Change is in the air. Fall turns to winter, the holidays are nearing, and my two year blogging anniversary is fast approaching. Striving to rebrand myself, I spent the better part of the past two days attempting to write a new about me page for this blog.
GAHHHH!!! Upon reviewing the original content on the about page, I was taken back by how absolutely lifeless it was. It reminds me of one of the many papers I wrote during my tenure as a student. How in the world did I publish such crap and leave it so long untouched?
writer’s block sucks
Why is this task so darn difficult? When creativity strikes, I can spit out a post in less than an hour. Since realizing I must follow wherever my streams of consciousness flow, writing has become more fun than ever.
I talk about me, my family, friends, horses roaming on the block, mermaids, and all sorts of other topics that strike my fancy. I am an open book and will tell you anything whether or not you ask. But for some reason, I can’t seem to write a decent about me page. What is up with that???
a brand new day
Asking friends to help may be the answer. Yeah, that’s it! Take the responsibility off me and place it on someone else. It could be fun getting testimonials about how I am such an awesome person and why you should read, follow and share part of yourself with me and this blog. And then I woke up…
At work, when I am faced with an obstacle such as putting away a “go-back” that I have no idea where it belongs, frustration sets in. Along with a general lack of inner monologue, I also have very little patience. Rather than hiding the item somewhere other than where it belongs, I put it back where I found it.
It is better to go back to it at a later time. Typically I will find the item’s true location when I am not really looking for it. At that time, I can pick it up and place it in its rightful home. Problem solved, frustration avoided, move on and find something more productive to focus on.
maybe I’ll sleep on it
Perhaps I should treat this bout of horrific writer’s block as I would a wayward go-back. Just like an article of clothing that I cannot place, the task will be here when I wake up or get inspired or something else happens. Maybe a glass of wine will help loosen up the old noggin.
At this point I am too tired to think clearly and everything I type into the computer looks like crap to me. Before the excuses run out, I shall leave it for another time.