Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Some days it seems that I have things to post here multiple times during a day, though I usually limit my posts to one. Other days, I sit here and stare at the screen, wondering what to write. Some of my friends that blog chronicle the events of their day, others reflect with some depth on what is happening in the world, and some do a combination of the above. I suppose at various times we all do all of the above. I started this blog to stay in touch and share pictures from my world, but I think I have come to the point that I don't know why I write any more. This blog doesn't get a lot of traffic, and although new visitors are here everyday, the numbers would indicate that most don't return. My life must be pretty dull, or I'm too guarded to write about what goes on, or something. It doesn't seem to interest very many people, and I'm not sure what to make of that. Maybe the last few months have been too intense to allow me to take the time to step back and be reflective, profound, or interesting. Maybe I feel too vulnerable to be open and share. Whatever the cause, I don’t feel good about it.
I have no cause for complaint. A friend may lose her job. Another friend has hit bottom and decided its time to go sober. My sister-in-law has been diagnosed with breast cancer. Life may not be grand in this corner, but it could be a hell of a lot worse.
Well, here’s to bad days. And here’s to better ones.