Sometimes I have a Boyz II Men moment and feel like I've come to the End of the Road. I suppose that's better than having a Backstreet Boys moment and always wanting it that way, whatever that means. But I digress, I've come towards the end of a long few weeks and feel like I have nothing to blog. Which is to say I have nothing to say.
But I want to offer something. When you put a type-A personality into the life of a blogger, you get a blogging schedule that doesn't always match up with real life. So, even though I have mapped out for myself when I want to blog, which you can read here, sometimes life (and an idea) doesn't always flow that way.
So I will not force you to read my nonsense any further. In my continuing search for insignificance, I am discovering many nuances about how I make life about me. This is one of those nuances, always wanting to be the giver and never the one who disappoints anyone at any time. At its core, that is pride willing its way into my life. But not this time, my friend, not this time.
When have you found that you have nothing to give but desired the appearance of strength too much to appear weak?
But I want to offer something. When you put a type-A personality into the life of a blogger, you get a blogging schedule that doesn't always match up with real life. So, even though I have mapped out for myself when I want to blog, which you can read here, sometimes life (and an idea) doesn't always flow that way.
So I will not force you to read my nonsense any further. In my continuing search for insignificance, I am discovering many nuances about how I make life about me. This is one of those nuances, always wanting to be the giver and never the one who disappoints anyone at any time. At its core, that is pride willing its way into my life. But not this time, my friend, not this time.
When have you found that you have nothing to give but desired the appearance of strength too much to appear weak?
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