It’s hard to believe I bought this domain name over a year ago, but with Go Daddy receipts staring me in the face as blatantly as a pissed off pigmy, there is no denying it. Time flies, but not just when you’re having fun.
I sit here and I can’t help but feel like a neglectful shrew; slipshod. I left my baby dormant; doing nothing but collecting pixelated, virtual space dust for round about 13 months –give or take.
Color me expert procrastinator and supreme waster of time.
What matters is, I’m here now. Life is funny that way. After an entire year of my life spent farting around as effectively as a 92-year-old man with a spastic colon (not literally) and getting so far off my beaten track I had to machete my way back in, I’m home. I’m here. I got this.
This might be my “first post” but no, this is not a inane primer about me. I’m not going to waste time telling you how much I love writing or riding ponies or eating sunshine kisses from koala bears. I hate that type of drivel. It’s hackneyed, trite and meaningless. I’d rather get to the nitty gritty. If you want to know “about me” visit that page. This isn’t it. This is an introduction to my blog.
This is (or at least I intend it to be) my better, more seasoned attempt at an earlier version of a personal-slash-professional blog…before I bit off more than I could chew on a plate that turned into a platter that turned into a UFO-sized space saucer and before my life turned into Area 51. This project is, essentially, a blog I am dubbing: “Take Two.”
What did I learn from my mistakes and from overeating in my life, er, blog the last time?
I learned I need to say “No,” far more often. My heart seems to always be in the right place, but when my daily to-do list began looking like a scroll, ties had to be severed, cords cut and the words, “No” and “Sorry” catapulted to the forefront of my personal tag cloud. So before you ask, the answer is, “No, sorry.”
I also learned that I spent too much time on Facebook. Responding to emails and Facebook messages became a job in and of itself. I was honestly spending two and three hours a day writing…free; answering people I genuinely didn’t even know all in the name of social networking. No more, that’s ridiculous and counterproductive. I learned I don’t have time to be a pro-bono novelist and answer-er of questions extraordinaire. I can’t do it. I have bills to pay. I put a lid on my time budget for all things social media.
This blog is my unedited, uncensored view on the world and those in it. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. You see, this is my own personal, slice of internet pizza. I decide what stays and what goes, and I really don’t care if you don’t like it or whether or not what I say offends your oh-so-delicate sensibilities. You see, God gave you the right to an opinion, our forefathers gave you the right to express it, and the internet gave you your very own place to put it. That place isn’t here. I don't want your negativity. I don't need it. There is plenty of that to be spread around elsewhere. If you can’t play nice, don’t play in my sandbox. If you can play nice, I already like you. You can stay.
After all that, and, if you’re still with me, welcome and thanks for staying. I promise to keep it interesting, if nothing else.