Back to This

Blogging about blogging is annoying, so I’m not going to do that—very much. I am only going to say that I used to blog every day and I think it was good for me. It was good for my brain and it sparked creativity and it gave me opportunities and helped me be extroverted in my own weird technically-alone-in-my-kitchen way. It made me think about my life, which might not seem like something anyone has to be made to do (aren’t we all self-centred enough? Do we need help being navel-gazey?) but I mean it helped me appreciate the things that would otherwise go unnoticed and it helped me laugh at the things that might otherwise be frustrating and it helped me remember moments that might otherwise be forgotten if I had never intended on writing them down. 

So I’m going to start doing it again. I’ve said that before but for real this time, for real I swear. The kids start school next week—both of them, full time. I will be at home alone a lot and I see no good reason why I can’t sit my butt down and write something completely useless every single day. I’ll also be trying to write something useful (I mean, it won’t be a thesis or a textbook or a self-help book, so I don’t mean useful useful like how a chair is useful, I mean useful like how a hammock is useful), but I don’t think one will render me unable to do the other. I think they might even compliment each other. 

So, there, I have set my intention. I have also blogged about blogging, and I’m sorry. It will not happen again. Very much.