Well ... Umm ...
Sometimes writing a blog is hard. Okay, okay – it’s varying degrees of hard, no matter the day. Maybe part of the difficulty in penning this blog lies in that it does not fit any particular niche. It’s not helping you build a tribe or platform, nor is it teaching you how to become a better writer or spouse or on-the-job person (whatever your job may be). Basically this blog is about me, and whatever is toddling around the gray matter and/or happening around me. Frankly, it’s a bit of a narcissistic endeavour. Or so it seems as of late. Because really, like all of you I have days where I’m just trying to make it through – through the day, through the work week, through any number of situations. And at such times, who really wants to listen to someone prattling on about all her stuff?
Not that I’m going on some big hiatus or sabbatical or any such thing. The long and the short of all this is I don’t know what to write here (hence the lack of a post yesterday). And I’m not sure what to write going forward. So you may have to put up with seemingly pointless drivel, or moments of silence, or more blog posts like this for a little while yet while I get things sorted out.
But fear not! Olan Rogers recently shared a story I must share with you if you’ve not yet enjoyed it all on your own. It involves noisy neighbours, an owl, and temporary blindness.