Lost in Translation

Hello? Any one there? Oh hi! I didn’t know if I would find anyone here or not. It’s been so long since I’ve posted you know. Thanks for checking in - it’s very nice of you.

I feel like I should explain my long absence, and I wished it were a better story. I’ve been busy. Very, very busy. That’s a new one, right? First time you’ve heard it? Well, candidly, I get tired of hearing myself talk about how busy I’ve been. When I die the most true thing my friends and family will say about me was that I was always very busy. Good grief.

But it hasn’t only been that I’ve been busy. It’s also been that I’ve been feeling rather private of late. The ying and yang of blogging is that while it can feel incredibly cathartic to post something that a few will read and many more could potentially read, those few and potential many may not be the most ideal audience for my catharsis.

And so that little voice that lives inside my head, the one that usually nags and pesters me, has actually been looking out for me lately, although I wish he would adjust his attitude a bit.

“You are really going to write that? Well, I guess that makes you a f*#king idiot then.”

See what I mean? I have threatened to send that voice in my head to an Emily Post seminar to brush up on manners and graciousness but he reminds me that I should save my money for that day when I become homeless. I might need it then. He’s sly like that.

So anyway, for the last month or so, I’ve written dozens of posts in my head, but exactly none of them have made it past the editor. And that is probably just as well.

My friend Rita attended a writing seminar a couple of months ago and came back with a good tip. She reminded me of it again this week and so I am going to try it here. She suggested that rather than writing a whole long post or journal entry, I try writing in bullet points. I kind of like the idea and because I think Rita is the Boss, Applesauce, I am going to give it a whirl.

But not today. Tomorrow.