So, I haven’t written in a while, and I think my hiatus was a very natural accident. That isn’t to say that it is excusable, but the more I dwell about the damage my pauses in writing creates, the less progress I make.  That is to say, beating myself up about not writing doesn’t do much, except highlight my failures.

And I run the risk of having a blog full of posts about my failure to write.  But without writing this post, I won’t be able to move on.

It came to be when I skipped two days in a row.  And after skipping those two days, I had set an expectation for myself to make a “big comeback” and to write something thoughtful, deep, touching.  In other words, something to show that I had been productive for those two days (in contemplation, writing drafts etc) – essentially giving myself cover for those two days.

In setting that expectation, it made it even harder for me to write anything.  I couldn’t come up with anything ‘worthy’ of those two days, and really, ‘worthy’ is an imaginary standard set by myself, for myself.  I acknowledge that I probably compose 70% of the audience of this website.

So, what am I trying to prove?

Days turned into weeks, and weeks have turned into months.  Well, a month a half I think.

So, back to posting I go.  There will be a lot of poor posts.  Some good ones, and hopefully the occasional nugget of gold.  And I will miss days.  And no longer will I try to fill them in with fantastic posts.

I just went down that road, and nothing productive lies down there.