It’s November 30th. I’ve been thinking about writing this blog for weeks now. I’ve been so jazzed about this new little promise trick that I was gonna pull over on myself, but now that it’s here… and it’s 8:39pm… I want to back out. I want to slip between my covers and act like this venture never inhabited my thoughts.
My plan was to make the internet a promise to do a “31 days of Blogging” thing for the month of December. Mostly because I suck balls at keeping my blog up to date; however, I suck balls at keeping my blog up to date because I hate the pressure that comes with the word “blog”… or maybe I hate the preconceived notions about what a blog is supposed to be. Nevertheless, here I am… blogging about hating blogging, which is really unproductive. But, the weird thing is, I actually *love* to write. So, why the disconnect? I’ll tell you why there is a freaking disconnect. Time. Time is a bitch.
So there. I hate the idea of a blog, and I hate how slippery of a bitch time can be.
What I DO love about this speck of the internet my words call home is designing beautiful layouts of the weddings that I get to shoot, and telling you about the phenomenal people in front of my lens. I also love writing down funny quips of the goings on of my three boys, and the crazy life in their wake. I like the feeling of keys tapping under my fingers, and I also love reading your comments about how you might relate to what I said… hated what I said… think what is said is lame… or cracked up at something one of my hilarious kids said.
What I DON’T like is feeling this pressure to write every single day about mindless things… or feeling like I’m narcissistic because I’m telling you all about everything going on with me… and seriously… my life is not interesting enough for me to bore you with that everyday. It feels self-absorbed.
So, as much as I want to throw in the towel already… on the first day… I’m gonna jump. I’m gonna do this thing.
Cheers to thirty-one days of self-absorbed maniacal posts about how my flossing went… what I ate for lunch… and possibly… just possibly… a few gorgeous photos thrown into the mix.
In order to not screw this up after only one day… here’s a quick looksy of what tomorrow’s post should look like… should being the operative word.
