Stupid challenge
So tired. Must sleep. But wait, I have to post. Aaron was right when he suggested I post at 2:00 AM last night so I wouldn’t have to worry about it today. We went to Epcot and walked for hours and I’m beat. But, I dragged my sore feet to the computer and I’m posting, OK? Are you happy now?
Actually, I’M pretty happy about it. This is like writing in my brand-new journal TWO days after Christmas. For those of you who aren’t me, I’ll explain. I LOVE journals. I love diaries. I love the idea of writing my profound thoughts each day, chronicling my life and everyday moments and thoughts. I am drawn to the beautiful journals in the bookstore – so many lovely themes and designs, all destined in my mind to be the vessel for my deepest secrets. Alas, it is not to be. Each entry begins the same – “I’ve tried this before, but this time I’m really going to stick to it and write every day,” or “I’m finally making a commitment to keep a journal – this is day one and I’ll see you on day two.” Poor journals. They rarely see DAY TWO. It isn’t them, of course. It is me. Sigh. They look beautiful on my bookshelf though.
Now that I think about it, I’ve treated blogging the same way. There are a few entries of “I know I haven’t posted in a while, but I promise….” All of those broken promises.
Well, this time I promise nothing. Don’t get your hopes up. But I’m glad I posted tonight.