Then I'd just have that little obstacle of learning how to ice skate. And that other minor issue of knowing when the ice is safe for skating. Well worth it, though, I'd say.
Friday, April 26, 2019
Not bikes, but still good
I don't know if this sort of thing exists in Michigan, but if it does, I'd sure like to find it.
Saturday, April 13, 2019
Try, try again
I've made several attempts over the years, to no avail, to establish a consistent blog routine. I've tried different blogs and different formats but nothing has stuck. This tells me that it's not the blog OR the format, it's me. This is probably the same reason that I've been an inconsistent journaler, as well. Okay, so it's a theme in my life not limited to writing habits. And, during this time of blog attempts, the digital world has passed me by. I know it's not just me and there are others out there lamenting the explosion of social media and the slow death of blogs. I've been a participant in it, too. I refuse to publicly acknowledge the amount of time I spend on a daily basis scrolling through social media platforms. And for what? I feel like crap afterward, on several levels. Ashamed for the amount of time I've wasted, feeling bad that my life is decidedly un-Instagram worthy, then feeling bad for comparing myself to others. That's just a sample of the ways that social media makes me feel like crap yet I can't pull myself away. Mostly, I just feel old and that I've been passed by. I don't know how to feel about that or how to fight for relevance in the world--or if it's even worth it. But I think I have a voice and maybe this will be my little corner for 3 people to read about it.
And, I've also hesitated to rejoin Blogger, as I know people from days gone by will probably see that I'm back. And they will see that very little has changed for me, at least in the ways that matter. I'm embarrassed about it but it is what it is. Maybe this is a first step in making some productive changes.
And, I've also hesitated to rejoin Blogger, as I know people from days gone by will probably see that I'm back. And they will see that very little has changed for me, at least in the ways that matter. I'm embarrassed about it but it is what it is. Maybe this is a first step in making some productive changes.
Here's a picture of Fletcher because he makes everything more interesting.
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