I always find I can do my best thinking when I’m walking the dog.
I’m not sure if it’s the solidarity, or the lack of anything else to do, but I think have some killer ideas while wandering the side streets.
Last nights musing were centered on why I don’t post to the blog more often.
Turns out it’s a number of factors.
Firstly: Time.
Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday I work twelve to thirteen hour days. I get home about nine-thirty at night. This is always followed by combination of the following: preparing supper, cleaning, dog walking, creating theme based cupcakes for special events (yes I said that), cat litter, snow shoveling, photo projects, computer fixing, sorting mail and bills, and getting ready to do the whole thing over again the next day.
Then it’s sit down for a few minutes before falling asleep on the couch (usually while sitting up). I insist on a few minutes peace at the end of a day. I foolishly believe it takes away from the wash, rinse, repeat nature of it all.
Secondly: Lack of interesting content.
While on these walks, sometimes my mind wanders to the more tabloid of things in life……sometimes it’s elaborate plans of revenge, faking my own death, or wondering who indeed may be the father of an unborn child. Most of these things would either tell peoples secrets or lead investigators to coming looking for me after I skip town.
Perhaps one shouldn’t have a blog when they’re a missing person.
Something to think about I suppose.
Some blogs are posted to every day. Some every week. Some every month. Some… whenever.
Blogs fail when they become a thing that make you feel guilty. “I should be blogging more. My public NEEDS ME.”
No one’s public (save the Bieb’s) wants them to feel guilty for not writing every single day. When you have something to say, say it. The important thing is you have a place to put those thoughts once you have them.
Delete this blog and I’ll egg your house.