it has been brought to my attention (by my judgmental mental self — purposefully redundant) that i am on the road to Hell. not for the reasons you may already know (the occasional sexual romp without procreation in mind) but because of the whole “good intentions” thing.
so i’ve heard “The road to Hell is paved with good intentions.” and for me, i’ve intended to write blog posts for the past 10+ days. i keep waiting until a nap-time that i’m available to focus on a coherent thought or review my journal at night to see which tidbit of an idea will spark a worth-reading blog post. it just hasn’t happened.
i have so much to say…whether it’s bloggable or not is entirely another post subject…but my blog-related thoughts usually occur to me in the shower or whilst making breakfast and i chuckle to myself at the wittiness of my internal banter. i vow to not forget the awesomeness of said thoughts then i sit at my laptop and waste away on FB, Pinterest, Twitter, Etsy, et all.
when I finally feel inspired enough to log in to WP i am tired enough to fall asleep and my thoughts are no longer original after retweeting and pinning everyone else’s ideas. my thoughts get jumbled in a whirlpool of snarky snips and phunny phrases and photos of seasonal crafts and i’ve lost myself to the internet once again.
so without further adieu, my second blog post: a post about not blog posting. as underwhelming as i’d imagined yet vital to the journey of this blog.