Maybe we romanticize the past, because a year ago I would do anything I could to extend the days and twist my brain around so I could bend time to convince myself that I was still young.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
I'm not gonna lie, this is a little frustrating. I was super hyped for this blog. It seemed to be a perfect way to get my thoughts in writing, and to have people see what I think. But so far, it's been a little underwhelming. Maybe I have a case of chronic impatience, and the chronic American need of instant gratification. I have a goal that I wanted achieved, and I'm nowhere near it, so I become flustered. I've had this blog for almost a month, and nothing has really become of it yet. I appreciate followers, though, and it is a thrill every time I have a new one.
I think I just wanted my voice to be heard. But with so many other blogs out there, that may or may not be better than mine, a year in the life gets lost in the throes of them. And that kind of sucks. I just want to be noticed, I guess. And that's why I have a YouTube account as well. But nothing has become of that, either. And this is where the angst comes in. Kidding.
As the days go by and the authenticity wears off, it gets harder to post something when it's like I'm leaving a voicemail. I could just keep talking and talking, when finally I don't know what else to talk about. So maybe that's the challenge. I'll just keep writing until someone finally looks at the miniature me furiously waving at them and acknowledges me.