So, I'm flabbergasted that it's been almost 2 months since I last blogged! The time really does fly quickly. I have so much to talk about, I don't know what to talk about. I started a blog after I saw Lions for Lambs. I think I was going to call it "Oh For the Love of Tom!" I don't know what happened to that one. I was going to go on and on about how it was hilarious to watch Tom try to alpha dog Meryl Streep-- watch out Tommy you may hurt yourself. Anyhoo, I got interrupted and I now realize that I don't know how to retrieve or save a blog. So, now I have 2 unfinished rantings floating it blog ether.
Blogging on a consistent basis is hard. I am a highly disciplined person, yet, I say I have no time. I consider my self- esteem to be pretty high, yet, I get nervous. I ask stupid questions like: Will people read it one day? Do I want people to read my blog? What if I reveal enough small snippets of my life that some smart sucker will one day figure out my WHOLE life? I think that's the truth behind the resistence. It's not time. Really, I only need the mid-show commercial during Grey's Anatomy or Law and Order to offer something up. It's that I'm a coward. The best blogs I've read reveal the blogger to the reader even in the simplest, most innocent post. Some inane story that makes the reader say, "AHA! I know YOU!" I guess I'm not sure if I want to be that vulnerable. And then there's the "comment" you dread and secretly desire at the same time.
The flip-side is that blogging is also fun. And I feel like it could be addicting. As humans we are naturally addicted to tooting our own horns whether we know it or not. Whether we can admit that or not. So that's my blogging angst. I suppose I could blog myself right through that process. Come along for the ride if you wish.