And so I wrap up 30 days of blogging, an effort triggered by #NaBloPoMo, and because I have convinced myself I don’t have the attention span to write a novel ala #NaNoWriMo or National Novel Writing Month, which also takes place in November.
Never say never.
Sophie, aka Kid1, asked if I would continue to write my blog daily, adding that she likes reading it. Cuss words and all, I thought? Exactly what is she learning about me? I’m inclined to continue. As a writer, I enjoy the release it gives me each day. I actually think it’s a huge cop out to not write at all. So, yeah, there were some weak entries this past month, but I can’t always hit it out of the park.
I do get a lot out of it. I imagine that I’m reaching someone in ways I never can in person. I stammer when I talk. I fall when I walk. My hands shake because I’m so overwhelmed with the pain of trying to maintain friendships. Weird, huh? But here on my blog and on Facebook and on Twitter, I don’t think anyone could be cooler. Well, perhaps those of you with thousands of friends and followers. I’m small potatoes. My one liners and witticisms hit just a few targets, leaving snappy little red marks or shit-eating grins in cafes or cubes or corrals here and there around the globe. If I were in a room with everyone I follow or those who follow me on Twitter…oh gosh that’s so painful to think about. Honestly, I’d be frozen in fear. I have tried but I am so not the poised and-in-control chick at the front of the room. Let me give you my take on life from here, OK?
When you get to that place in life where you can admire the talents of others and be confident in your own, there’s really no better feeling. I think some people call it peace.
Catch you here tomorrow?