The one where I ramble because I was instructed to…

Well, here we are.  I’m currently working my way through a book that can only be described as a self-help book for creativity and low and behold this week I’m supposed to start a blog.  Well, been there, done that, but let’s see where this daily writing task takes me.  Does anyone even read this thing anymore?  I’d be surprised considering I left it to flounder.

There just came a point where I wasn’t even sure why I was blogging.  Granted, around the same time I just seemed to lose interest in a lot of things and my cameras grew dusty because there was no real reason to pick them up – I didn’t exactly need photos for blog posts, now did I?

I haven’t been completely without hobbies, but I have felt like something has been missing lately.  One of the biggest issues always being never enough time.  Not enough time for friends, not enough time for my kids, not enough time for me… and so, I think I just stopped trying to do much of anything at all because it felt like there simply wasn’t a point to any of it.  Also, why does everything always have to happen at the same time?  Classes I want to take?  Not a day or time that works in our schedule.  Hang out with friends?  Oh wait… nope, you have other stuff going on that day.  Feeling good about finances?  Here are some car and vet bills you don’t have money for!

I generally try to be a positive person, but apparently the past few months I’ve been fooling myself and have been attracting a lot of bad luck.  I won’t say it’s all been bad, because there have been some good moments, but at the same time, it’s been rough.  If there was ever a time where I wish I had a do-over button, it’s now.  But then, where would I go back to?  When did the trouble start?  I suppose that’s why the universe hasn’t granted humanity that option. We’d probably screw that up too.

Okay, let’s nip this random brain vomit in the bud before it gets out of control. Day one complete.

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