UH OH. It appears I missed my anniversary. The one year anniversary of writing my blog. How does that make me feel? Even shittier than I feel about not writing. I haven't had the urge to write at all lately, so I haven't. For some reason that makes me feel guilty. I don't get paid to do this. No one is salivating over my next blog post. I don't have a million readers. So why do I care?
Could it be because I am continually starting things with grand ambitions and then not finishing them? First there was the reiki, which I thought I would do every day for the rest of my life. Not so much anymore. Then there was the spiritual group I was going to start that made it through the first meeting. Now I'm afraid my ambitions to become a writer may be falling by the wayside as well.
Part of my problem is that I am continually searching to find something I am passionate about. Other than flying, there is nothing that I have started and actually stuck with for a number of years. Yes I still waterski and ice skate, which I used to do as a child, but not nearly as much as I would like to. Why? No time - supposedly. Truth is I'm just not making the time. So what exactly am I doing with my time? Running the machine. How do I spend less time doing that? And why is it so hard to find something I'm passionate about?
Well, this post certainly does not have the congratulatory fanfare I planned to have after my year of writing. What did I say at the beginning, 365 posts in one year? Hmm, didn't even make it to half of that. I'm going to sign off now before I depress myself, (or you, my dear loyal readers), anymore. When will I be back? Not sure. Hopefully this is just a temporary hiatus til I get my mojo back. Thanks for all of your support and encouragement along the way. I do feel like I have a message to share, I just have to regain my positive attitude and some direction for it to benefit anyone, including myself.