You may have noticed that my entries have been on the scarce side of things lately. What? Fine. The non-existent side of things. There, happy?! Actually, I’m sure you’ve noticed, because your world rises and falls based on my entertainment, doesn’t it? Doesn’t it! I knew it all along, actually. While you were sitting there with bated breath, bemoaning the fact that I’ve been avoiding ye old blog, I’ve been kicked back with a scrumptious latte, mercilessly chuckling at your misery. Bwah ha ha! I bet you want to keep reading now, don’t you?!
No, but really, I’ve had the most severe – albeit, self-imposed – case of writer’s block that I’ve ever experienced. There are multiple facets to my writer’s block, unfortunately. And when I feel that I’ve overcome one of them, there are fifteen more, just glimmering away in their taunting brilliance. I bet you’ve just been dying to read a post filled with whiny excuses. Well, hah! Look at me! I’m totally delivering. You’re welcome. I will accept your Thanks in the form of gifts. I like all things kitchen/cooking related and Vera Bradley. Please, I’m kidding!
I will also accept Coach.
Ahem.
Well, let’s get on with the excuses, shall we? Yes, I think we shall.
Excuse Facet Number One! I like to read blogs. A lot of blogs. A Pandora’s Box of blogs, if you will. There is a lot of variety and a lot of talent out there, is what I’m saying. I click my way along through my Daily Blog Commute and quite honestly become a little more defeated with every blog I read…in terms of comparisons. Because, hello? I am the Queen of All Comparisons. Their posts are longer than mine, or have more pictures than mine, or are far more witty than mine, or contain more interesting content than mine, or contain bigger words than mine, or are more captivating than mine. I could go on and on. You’d be suprised how quickly I can reduce this-here website to not much more than a dusty pile of idiotic, crumbling waste. So when I go to open a new post in the shadow of - what I see as - their sheer radiance, I get a little cowery and find a reason to nervously click into another task. Scoff at my insecure sniveling, if you must. I’m just telling you like it is.
Facet Number Two! In my ravenous blog reading of late, I have come across many Subject Specific blogs. The two subjects that I am rather partial to, I am sure you will be shocked to hear, are fitness and cooking. (Don’t those two subjects go together like a match and a can of gasoline? Ha! Look! I’m witty!) And since I am rather obsessive and would absolutely love to write about cooking my way through a cookbook or training my way to a marathon, I’d been debating on whether or not I needed to transform this blog into one of the above. I, however, preferred all of the above. Personal, fitness and cooking. Because all of those things seem to comprise my every waking moment, after all. And because I find that they overlap in my approach to them. So, my inclination was to just write about whatever specific subject (cooking, current fitness hurdle, or life in general) suited my fancy at the time, but then it occured to me that I may be alienating you, dear Internet. Because who wants to read any one person’s rambling chatter about what they are in love with for more than a paragraph? No one, that’s who. But then I realized that if you don’t want to read about what makes me, me, you won’t! And that’s just fine. A personal blog is, by very definition, personal. And the things that make it personal are the very things that make a person tick. So if you don’t mind my ticking, I don’t mind sharing it with you! And if you do mind? Well then I don’t mind if you leave. Problem, solved.
Facet Number Three! That, there personal life that I hemmed and hawed about how to write about? Yeah, it definitely took a turn aiming straight for… Utterly Confusing, Twist and Turn Flipping, Worry Inducing Doozy. We found out, on vacation no less, that a very Big Fish Company is buying my Little Sniglet Company…and no one knows what that means. Will Big Company keep those of us from Little Company that hold on for dear life in the merging process? Will they let us go before the merging process begins? Will they transition us into an entirely different facet of their own company? No one knows! What I do know is that all of this unknown? Took a big ‘ole sledge hammer and started whaling away on the Knowns of Dorian’s and my future plans. We were headed to Davenport Palmer because that is where my job would transfer to. But now should we go to Florida Palmer? San Diego Palmer? A different school all together Chiropractic?! We had been on the cusp of a final decision to go forward with owning a property rather than renting before this news. So that decision was sent into a tale-spin of – will we even be able to save up the money toward the down-payment if I get laid off and all of our Saving Plans in general are foiled? And the plans of living with dear friends for six months and moving in June turned into the question of – if I get laid off now, should we move sooner so that I don’t obtain a job for four months and then move only to have to search for another job? So let me just tell you that amidst all of that? My organized blogging method of writing down post ideas as they strike was flushed down my Tailspin of Decisions Toilet.
We still don’t know anything. I’m told that we’re a few weeks closer to finding something out. But a few weeks could still be added to that. And then maybe a few weeks more. Did I mention that…NO ONE KNOWS! So all of the other decisions that we’ve been juggling are still up in the air, but I think that we’re at least mastering some sort of rhythm to their flailing. And I am finally getting back to the point where I write down an idea or two to maybe, possibly write about in a few minutes. Or a few days. You know, either-or.
All that to say, I’m back! Feeling scattered and skittish…but I’m here! Hello! How I have missed you…