Out with the old, in with the new

Wall mural of a woman's face

(Photo: Angie Rayfield)

I finally sat down to do a little post. When I looked at the calendar, I couldn’t help but say, “December? The year’s over?” It seems like just yesterday I started this blog with the best of intentions. I’m gonna post two or three times a week at least. It’ll be a place to help me ‘think through’ things, and share with people dealing with similar experiences. And, of course, it’s going to be wildly entertaining so that readers will flock to it in droves. At the least, I’m gonna be discovered and score a book deal. I’m probably gonna make a jillion dollars in the process.

Yeah, not so much. So why didn’t I do it?

Part of it, of course, is that I’m much better at coming up with new projects than I am at completing any of them. Part of it is that I found myself overwhelmed by other things, and just let this slide. Some of it was pure laziness (hey, gotta be honest).

But when you come right down to it, I’m not all that comfortable with the whole concept of spilling my guts publicly. Let the whole internet gawk at my deepest thoughts, dreams, fears? We’re talking the introvert’s nightmare. And yes, I am an introvert, although people that don’t know me well may be shocked at the notion. Shoot, look at her – she’s friendly, outgoing, don’t think she ever met a stranger. Come on, she’d chatter away to the potted plants if there was no one else around. There’s a post for another day – the way that introverts can, and do, use a bubbly façade as a protective barricade around themselves and their emotions. But that’s another day.

In the meantime, I think I’ve come up a way to encourage myself to write more, more often, and maybe even more in depth. Over the years, I’ve been a dedicated (obsessive?) collector of quotes. To me, words have power, and sometimes the words of others don’t just get my attention, they grab me by the throat and demand that I acknowledge them. Music has much the same power. So why not use these words and songs as a sharp stick to poke myself when I’m confronted with a scary blank screen, and inspiration is nowhere to be found?

It should be an interesting experiment.