First off, my sincerest apologies to Mr. Alan Summers, my lone follower, who most assuredly was wracked with concern during my five-month absence from the blogosphere.
I’m back.
It’s been a long time coming, but the time has indeed come. My last post was some time in February, and much has changed in the intervening months. But this blog has never been a forum for a detailed recounting of the events of the day; for that I have my journal (which, ironically, has also remained unwritten since the new year). I could come up with a list of excuses why I haven’t written: I got busy; I got writer’s block; I was kidnapped by Mexican banditos. But none of those are true. I got lazy. I began questioning whether I actually had anything worth saying and anybody willing to listen to it.
But that’s just a cop out, and goes directly against the New Year’s resolution made seven months ago. So this is my New School Year resolution. I will write, and write without that fierce internal censor that tends to strike me down in my moments of self-doubt. If my finger wavers before pressing “Publish,” worrying that no one will read and enjoy, then I may as well never write. So I press boldly forward, finger brazenly clicking to post a new entry, sleep untroubled with fears of inadequacy and self-loathing.
Because I know if no one else is reading, at least Alan Summers subscribes.
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