Seriously.
Ya know, it was so much easier when no one read my blog but my mom. Don’t get me wrong, I truly appreciate anyone who chooses to spend a few moments of their day reading what I post. It’s kinda amazing, really. I never knew that anyone who didn’t know me personally would give a flying flip about what I had to say. But, now that I know there are a precious few out there who not only read my blog, but seem to actually get something from it I have fears. Call it performance anxiety. I can pee in public, but I can’t churn out blog content that I feel is worth your time. Well, I can’t churn it out on a schedule, that is (I’ll cut myself some slack).
For a while now I’ve made it a point to publish a new blog post every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. I thought I needed the structure, and I do. I am wildly unstructured. You should see my hair. But, I also have a moral code. I will not post anything that I feel is complete and utter crap (excluding this post, for obvious reasons). So, do I stick to my schedule, or do I follow my code?
Dilemma.
And that’s where I currently find myself. Now you are here as well. Don’t ask how you got sucked in, just go with it.
So, I will make you a deal. I will abandon my rigid schedule, but I will make sure that what I do post is of the utmost quality. Okay? Is this acceptable?
I’m going to assume that you answered “yes” to that question. If you said “no” please feel free to leave me a comment that I will probably delete out of spite. It’s my blog, I can do that type of thing.
I will leave you with a warning: Do not try to make sangria with a glass of Pinot and an orange Pixy Stix. It doesn’t work.
Until next time, take care of yourself and each other. Thank you.
