One of my pre-resolutions is going to be getting back to the blogging thing. Because whatever, I just feel like writing stuff. Even if it is boring, or doesn't have any relevance.
I have something to admit.
I've actually been writing on another blog for a while. Ugh, I know. I'm ashamed. I'm sorry! I jumped ship here and started fresh somewhere else because I was thinking maybe it would be easier and you know, who knows if it is or not, but I kind of feel guilty and I should probably ditch that other blog. I promise there is no great amazing content that you would care about or miss or anything. It's just pretty much lame old, same old me.
I have noticed that I seriously only wrote four posts on this blog this year. FOUR. None of them were important or great or exciting. Mostly they were about the fact that I hadn't written. Which was obvious. I suppose I didn't really need to point that out.
I've been re-reading the posts of the past and it's so obvious to me, that I was struggling. I see where I went from being generally happy, generally normal, regular me to sad and erratic and scattered and pensive and like, downdowndown. I don't know if anyone else would pick up on the subtle change, but I did, like, immediately. I was reading along and I was like, ohhh.
Kind of like watching a train wreck. You know it's going to be really shitty for a while but it's hard to look away.
Anyway, I think that the struggling part is getting better. I'm more clear headed. I'm a little harder, I think. I still have a lot of stuff to say. Because let's face it, we all know I am windy like that. I was still windy when I was feeling all dark and moody and broody, but I just kept it to my own self. I couldn't spew here. I have so many angsty draft posts that will never see the light of day. But writing stuff helped, even if it was only for getting it out of my cluttered head.
You know how Facebook is actually really more like "Fakebook?" Like mostly people project their best selves because they want all of the people in their world to think that have it all together, all of the time. Nobody posts about how their dog smells slightly like a skunk and their kid was exposed to lice and that they feel like a fatass. I mean, nobody really posts those kind of things, right? It's more like, "I went to the Farmer's Market! I eat only organic! I bought sunflowers today! See the pretty sunflowers! They are on my cute little farm table with the sun beam shining on them with perfection! My life is great all of the time! Yay!"
But we all know that's not real life, right? We all know that Facebook is like an alternate reality, right?
I'm an offender. Mostly I keep shitty stuff to myself, because you know, I can manage my own stuff. And I don't need anyone looking at me like, aw poor you. And also because who else really cares about the skunky dog and frantic delousing of a kid who actually has no sign of lice but I have to frantically delouse anyway because ugh. Who wants a bug?? Not me!
Well so anyway, I'm not making any promises of tons of fabulous, regular posts, because lets face it. We've all heard that shit before. But I think I'll hop on here again, and try to write stuff. Because why not? Maybe it'll actually happen this time.