The title of the post says it all… unfortunately, an all to familiar recurring theme where I vow to write often, espouse the benefits of the said writing I vowed to do, and subsequently go on an extended hiatus from writing only to realize a year later that I really should just write. Who cares if anyone else reads my writing, right?
Let’s explore that thought for a minute – the inner conspiracy theorist in me always entertains the notion that “the man” is constantly monitoring my web presence to somehow find fault in something I wrote to deny me something, be it a clearance, a loan, or anything else I may be looking for. I suppose I’d really have to worry if I worked for Metro rail, but fortunately, that’s not the case, so I guess I could rest a bit easier?
The only other people that I could think of would be family and they already know more about me than I could possibly write, so I should be in the clear, right? I don’t think there’s much dirt to dig up in my mindless drivel about frustrating, long commutes, or even in my recollection of our travels, so I’m going to go out on a limb and declare my writings “safe”. There you have it, and if by “safe”, we mean “boring”, then I guess that works too. Three cheers to “boring” and “routine”… huzzah!
