when all is quiet, I’m avoiding looking in the mirror
So it’s been just over a month since the last post, and that was smallish. Lots has happened. Left a job. [wrote stuff here and then deleted it because once it's blogged it's out there forever]
And yet have not blogged, during my numerous free moments. Though in non-related news, did put a rib out yesterday. Reaching down, in the shower, heard and felt a sorta popping releasing thing and thought ‘oh, good! I’ve clicked my back in’ because it’s been bothering me a bit (in the thoracic region for a change) in the last few days. But then breathing became difficult. As did sitting, lying, standing and (strangely) not breathing!
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Back to the original thread:
I think if there’s a gap between blogs you can pretty well guarantee it’s because I’m wandering through my life asking myself pointless questions like ‘Why do I want to write stuff in public?’ ‘Why not just write in my large red notebook then incorporate into well-crafted real writing at some later date?’ And then when I start blogging again it’s because I’ve figured out that there is no good answer to that.
Eventually I seem to keep coming back to this: it’s just another genre and I like it. I like being able to talk about trams, mobile phones, toilet cubicles and back pain in a forum that someone may trip over one day and enjoy.Without hurting themselves of course!
Me at dinner with funny friends last night: hahaha ouch ouch hahaha ouch ouch. But thankfully the rib is now back in alignment and I can breathe again! Thanks Mr Chiropractor of the early mornings!