Wow! To say it's been a while would be an understatement.
This was a 'while' while. A whole nine months of a while. Don't ask me where I
was; don't bother with the ‘why’s’. It's like these past months have been a
whirlwind ride and I don't really remember much of anything. Last I recall, I'd
been planning to bring out a post on procrastination. Never really got to that,
oddly enough.
*laughs* See what I did there?
So, what brings me back, you ask? Well, the other day, we'd
been discussing the past year and a buddy asks me what the one thing I missed
the most was. You'd think just because I'm mentioning this right now, I'd had
said it was this blog, but no, not really. Normally my answer would be related
to past friendships and old jokes, but for the first time in my life, I
actually thought before opening my yap and surprisingly, in the rusty cobwebbed
corner of my cranium, I heard a quiet whisper that echoed past unused hallways,
resonating louder with every beat, a single word, ‘Purpose’.
Before I explain further; Yes, I did in fact call my brain
unused; No, I'm not stupid; No, I admit to nothing.
Anyways, that conversation with my friend made me realize something.
In the past eleven months since this year has begun, I've done absolutely
nothing worth remembering. Father Time seems to be in such a rush these days
that I don't know when one month ends and the other begins. That wretched old
man with the shabby cloak is giving me whiplash with his sudden days and nights
that I'd like to just grab him by his wispy beard and shove him head first into
an elephant's rear end. Maybe a trip to where the sun don't shine might just
make him see the light. *snickers*
Sorry, bad joke! Bad joke!
But we need time, dammit!
And its not just the clock. I don't remember when last I've
had the drive or purpose to do anything. It used to be that I'd write this blog
for a reason, but all the humdrum of day to day life has snapped the urge right
out of me. It pains me to know that I've whittled away nine months of my life without
anything productive. This! While all around me, every second of everyday
someone out there is blogging just to make sense of all that he or she is. It's
disheartening.
Oh my God! I just realized something. If those last two lines
were written in context to childbirth, this post would have a whole new meaning.
Holy Macaroni! This is why I love words! *snickers*
See? This was what I was missing! For those of you out there
who just can't find the time to do what you love, don't give up on it. Just
don't! Take it from someone who wasted nine months, *snickers*, I'm sorry but
that just gets me,*snickers*, sorry,*laughs*
The point is, just try! You can readjust your schedule, sleep
less, or you could just scrunch up your schedule into a ball and shove it down
Father Time's throat but whatever you do, keep writing, always keep writing!
And don't drink, and don't smoke, and don't watch porn, and don't kick beavers. Seriously, Don't! I'll haunt you in your dreams if you hurt those furry bastards. Not cool man! Not cool!
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