I’m here, at my computer, dressed and ready for work. Miraculously I have 20 minutes to kill. This almost never happens. I’m horrible at getting ready in the morning. I will push sleep until the last possible minute, and sometimes further. This does not often work in my favor.
So the question I’ve posed myself is this: Can I write a decent blog post in that time? Or, better yet: Can I not bore you to tears rattling on about something trivial like how cold it is, or why I was a dummy and forgot to put my load of laundry in the dryer before I went to bed? That tends to be my downfall with blogging – I’m struck with something I want to share that I believe to be profound, then suddenly I’m toiling away about dishes or grocery shopping.
See? I did it again.
The truth is sometimes I’ll have nonsense to share. And I think that’s okay. It took several years and many a cocktail to come to that conclusion. I accept this – it’s who I am. Nonsense is my middle name! Okay, it isn’t really. In fact, I’m a bit ashamed I even wrote that. But I’ll leave it, as a future reminder, when I’m scrolling through Posts From Blogging Past. We all change as time marches on, but I think it’s important to be confronted with shady tokens of our past.
Humility, I firmly believe, is a virtue.
And I’ll leave it at that. Amazingly only ten of those golden twenty minutes has gone by. And – give me a second – in having reread this post, I can see that ten minutes doesn’t really offer much, does it?