Holy crap! Where did May go? Well, to read my blog you'd think that all that happened was that I went on a date. The fact is that last month was one of the busiest, most stressful and confusing months that I've had in a long time. I will be sure to tell you all about it in the coming days.
Ideally I would have been blogging about all of these things when they happened. That would have been responsible of me as a blogger. I can only offer three excuses:
1. I was so busy that it didn't feel like I had any time, and was so stressed out that everything I tried to write came out wrong. Not the funny kind of wrong on which I thrive, but the bad-wrong... or badong kind.
2. I got caught in one of them shame spirals in which the longer I waited to post made me more self-conscious about posting, which made me more afraid to post, which made me wait longer to post. People are dumb, and apparently I'm no exception.
3. I am only human. Although I've been blogging since November, and sometimes that feels like a long time, this is still a very new blog, and I am still a very new blogger. I am going to make mistakes. However, I tend to learn from them, and hopefully my future errors will not make us part for nearly an entire month. I don't think I can deal with that again, and I suspect that you couldn't either.
In short, I've been experiencing my very own Time Crisis, which I feel like I have finally started getting a grips on... and even if I haven't, I'm going to keep blogging anyway. We have much to discuss.
So, uh... what have you guys been up to?
3 comments:
Wow, i actually missed you, glad your not dead. i found a terrible new radio station that plays crap 90's and 80's near-hits. . I wish I would change it...anyway, just blog anytime you feel a reason not to...or to ... You have word gifts. . and those that appreciate them.
I'm glad you're back. Everything will be fine. Quit beating yourself up. Or I'll come kick your ass.
Lovingly.
Melissa - I missed you, too. Thank you.
Sidney - Thank you. Somethimes all you need is a loving beating... not necessarily in a pervy way.
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