October 4, 2012
I’m about to let you in on a secret.
Blogging? It’s stressful.
Not in a pull-your-hair-out, collapse-on-the-couch sort of way. It’s more a guilt-inducing , oh, shit, I haven’t posted in almost three months and I know I should, even though I really don’t want to or have anything note-worthy to say kind of way. Especially when people tell you they love your blog and ask when you are going to post again.
I’ve decided that in order for this blog to go on, I’m going to need to write differently.
Before, I think I was trying too hard to be funny, because that’s what people liked. And I would stress myself out trying to write funny posts (some successful, some not so much). And although I always felt good when I did manage to eke out something witty, it would take a lot out of me.
So much so that sometimes I needed to take an extended (3 month) hiatus.
While I wish I could pull funny stuff out of a hat at the drop of a dime, the truth is, I’m really not that good. Some posts would take me literally hours to write. And while I do love writing, I don’t love it enough to do it for 8 hours at my job, and then go home and spend another few hours writing a blog post.
Hence my radio silence and sporadic posts over the span of the last several months.
I’ve honestly been toying with the idea of just deactivating this little ‘ol blog of mine. But first, I’m going to try something new.
I’m going to blog like most other bloggers do. I’m going to (gasp!) talk about my day, maybe throw in a few posts on my workout routine. Perhaps a few food or baking-related posts.
You know. Mundane. Boring. Uninteresting.
We’ll see if you guys stick around.
I’ll try to at least take some pretty pictures. (warning, they’ll probably mostly be house/furniture related.)
May 30, 2012
I’m always bitching that I don’t have a hobby.
Turns out I do. I’m just not very good at keeping up with it.
See, blogging is sneaky hard.
Not in the “oh mah God, my head is going to explode from thinking so hard” way.
More in the “oh mah God, it’s been 4 months since I’ve updated this blog and I feel horribly guilty and pressured to write something, so I’m going to post a weird, random post about a photo hunt just to keep my audience entertained until I think of something with real substance” sort of way.
I was trying to be witty with that last post. Forgive me, you guys.
I, personally, thought it was hysterical. But that sense of accomplishment went down the drain when my boyfriend IM’d me and told me he didn’t get it.
Then he told me, wait he gets it!
He found my arm! It’s in the mirror!
Thanks. Actually, that’s my head. But really, I can see how you can get the two confused.
Anyway, I’ve realized that the way to keep my audience entertained isn’t to post extremely random posts once every few months.
(Although quality does always win out of quantity.)
It’s about consistency and “letting my audience see a glimpse of my life!”
So, guess what.
You’re going to be seeing more of me.
I’m going to make a pact with myself to write at least four times a week here.
It probably won’t be funny. It definitely won’t be award-worthy. It’ll probably end up being what I eat and drink all day.
(I just finished a bowl of cereal by the way. I wasn’t very hungry tonight. I wonder why? Could it be the weather? Hmm…)
But, it will be something. Four times a week.
January 27, 2012
The last time I blogged, I was likening myself to an antelope and talking about my feet.
Was that weird?
Anyway, due to a combination of utter laziness, lack of inspiration, and more utter laziness, you’ve basically heard nothing but radio silence from me for the past 2+ months.
Again…sorry. Blame it on winter depression.
For anyone who has ever had a blog, I’m pretty sure they can attest to the fact that it’s tough to keep up with regular postings.
Unless someone wants to pay me buckets of money to talk about what I eat everyday, it’s safe to say that my posts will continue to be completely sporadic, ranging from a few times a week to once every few months.
Besides, I can assure you– if I wrote about my everyday life, you guys would drop like flies.
There’s only so many ways that I can say “I sat on my butt, alternating between reruns of How I met Your Mother and Kim and Kourtney Take New York all night” before I’d have to own up to the fact that yes, I am in fact, the world’s biggest waste of space.
So, anyway, now that we’re all here, let me catch you up on what’s been going on in my life.
My foot: (Because talking about my feet is apparently becoming a regular topic of conversation here.)
In my last post, I was in the throes of a terrible bout of plantar fasciitis.
Once I got over the fact that running through the pain was not going to help, I finally wised (is that a word) up and stopped trying.
And guess what?
Although the half marathon I wanted to do in February is a no go, I’m back up to running 5-7 miles a few times a week.
Granted, I’m nowhere near where I was when I ran the Miami Half back in 2009, but I’m getting there. Slowly but surely.
My New Place: Can you believe I’ve already been here for 6 months? Crazy, right?
I even hung curtains! (Please disregard the cheap curtain rods. I have better ones, I just haven’t hung them yet. I need a step ladder.)
Alas, as much as I love it here, I won’t be renewing my lease in August.
I knew from the start I’d probably only be here for a year.
So, I’ll miss it, but by the time August rolls around, I’ll be ready to move on. (Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to talk all about that new place when we find it. And I’ll post pictures. Lots of pictures. Your welcome.)
Work: I was recently also lamenting about the loss of my cube.
And…I still don’t have a cube.
The “6 month renovation project” in my office seems to be at a standstill.
Seriously. It’s been 3 months and I think all they’ve done is dismantled maybe 3 cubes.
But, as much as I was complaining, I actually don’t mind sitting amongst my co-workers.
I actually talk to other people during the day,instead of sitting alone in my cube doing crossword puzzles and shunning the outside world.
My new-found socialness with co-workers actually makes the day go by faster. And it also makes Moe very happy.
He isn’t faced with an interaction-starved human being talking a mile a minute at the end of the day.
And finally, the last thing:
My father has joined Facebook.
Last I looked, he’s up to 27 friends.
I always said, the day one of my parents got Facebook, I’d delete my account.
So far, he’s behaved himself. The only question posted on my wall so far has been “How do I put that picture in my spot?”
(That was his way of asking how to get a profile picture.)
Ohhh parents and social media. Sometimes I’m against it, but it can be pretty funny.
OK, well, now that we’re all caught up on the minutiae of my everyday life, we can get back to regular programming.
I’ll be back.
Probably not until February, but I promise, I’ll be back.