I wrote the title trying to come up with something interesting to introduce what I was about to say. I can’t really think of anything and then the title itself started me thinking of things that are unrelated and maybe I should write about those things.
The whole point of my blog is to write. I don’t write because
it’s hard I have a lot of excuses:
I have a kid, she climbs my desk, we make my desk off limits, I have to cook, clean, change diapers, be available, call family, catch up with friends, I’m tired, I’m depressed, I’m afraid people will read what I write, I’m afraid that people *won’t* read what I write, no one reads the blog anyway, nothing interesting to say, too many interesting things to say… <insert your own excuses here>
Hey you know how you finally read your friend’s blog after not reading it for forever because you forgot and you’re a bad friend and you don’t want to admit it by asking for the blog information again because you feel like then everyone will know how *bad* of a friend you are #biggestfearever — and then you start reading the blog and whilst scrolling to find the “beginning” you become aware that the blog is using pseudonyms but with deductive reasoning you figure out some, and then realize that one might be you. And then you realize that said pseudonym is ABSOLUTELY you… and you’re about to read the other person’s account of your meeting and your relationship with that person. Yeah. That. Just. Happened. I laughed – out – loud. I think I like my pseudonym. Also I stopped reading because I haven’t had coffee yet and I’m not sure I want to face another interpretation of a time that I am already grossly still embarrassed about. Read school girl crush (when I was in my 20s) that was absolutely unrequited. Coffee first. Bravery later.