How quickly time flies, doesn’t it? Once you miss a day of writing, it’s easy to miss two, and then three. From there…well. I really can’t believe it has been more than two weeks since I’ve written here last. I would love to say it’s a good thing, that maybe because the weather has been gorgeous for over a week, time has gone by quickly and I just have felt less compelled to sit down and write.
Honestly, though, it’s not like when the weather’s ugly and I’m feeling down I’m always super-motivated to write, either. The truth is simple: laziness has gotten the best of me. Writing is not the path of least resistance, so when that’s the path you choose to walk for a while, well, things go silent. Here I am, though. Not dead, FYI.
I haven't written here for two days. Did anyone out there wonder if the blog title was no longer true? You never know. But, no, I'm here. Not dead, FYI.
I'm a diligent writer in my personal journal. Every. Damn. Day. When I first started this, I wondered if I would make the same level of effort to put something—anything—on the page, day after day. It only took four days to find out the answer to that question. Ah well!
This one will be a bit of a quick one (I hope). I didn't think anything today was even worthy of being written about, but I feel like it's already becoming too easy to say that every day, and from there it's a slippery slope to totally abandoning this project.
I originally thought about calling this blog “good day/bad day,” and I’d simply categorize each day of my life as broadly good or bad. Hopefully, I might expound my daily conclusion, but at a minimum, I’d answer the question: was today a good day or a bad day?
However, I felt like there might be a pressure I’d place upon myself to ultimately conclude that most days are good. The same way we almost always tell people we’re doing fine when asked, even if we’re anything but. Perhaps that false positivity might even be a good thing, to always be trying to find the upside. But I felt like it would ring false, and I ultimately settled on it being easier to merely conclude that I was not dead with each post, and leave it at that.
If I were adhering to the original blog’s concept, though, I’d categorize today as a bad day. Maybe it wouldn’t have been so hard to be negative after all.
It’s a bit of a nothingburger, so apologies in advance for choosing this as the thing I’m making as my first “regular” post on this blog, but it’s still bothering me even as I write this at the end of the day and thus it’s what sprung to mind when I thought, “oh yeah, I should write something here.”
It is Saturday, November ninth, the year of our lord 2024. I feel like it must be said to start things off: I’m not dead, FYI. (Ooh, he said the thing!)
I didn’t know how else to get this site started. Starting a new blog in 2024, especially one that is basically just black text on a white page, seems anachronistic. So I thought it best to start with some sort of explanation, if only for myself. Why am I even doing this?