What a concept: imperfect, pressure free blogging.
In theory however. Ladies and Gentleman, I don’t believe that this exists! Not in my books anyway. I’m my own worst critic. Yet that doesn’t stop my procrastination tendencies. My blogging proclivity follows somewhat of a cycle. I get behind a few days. The photos to upload take work to edit (and I always have SOOOOO many!), watermark and post. I start to write and I want to ramble on. The post ends up taking an hour or two to write. And then another hour to sort out the photos and post via WordPress. I stumble, find excuses for going to bed early and not writing. I daydream about having the blog updated daily. But reality hits, and I’m all of a sudden 2 days, 7 days 15 days behind. i grow sad for not expressing that which I have so much to write about, especially with us travelling again. What do I fear, in falling behind? Am I risking failure? Of losing that sense of history, of forgetting my past? Losing the moments and lessons that have such intense meaning at the time but fade with light years, distance and memory fade? Of letting down those that do indeed care and desire to know? All the above I suppose.
So I’ve decided tonight to stop procrastinating, whinging and whining, dust off my odd notes here and there, and post out of sequence my ramblings over the last two months of un-posted content. Blasphemy! Especially for me. I’m usually pretty good at posting at least a few entries a month, if not more (aka borderline obsessive computer crazed). But come to think of it, the break has been good, and I’m ready to slowly delve into the depths of my writing. I’m here for you, if you want me. But more importantly, I’m here for me. This is my fall-back for when I grow old and senile. i have forgotten. Or fallen off the wagon, and need a boost to show me that hey, I’ve actually done good. Not perfect by any stretch of the imagination, but good.
I’m curious, does anyone other than my Grandfather actually read this blog on a regular basis? And oh yeah, Grandpa, sorry for not writing and posting photos as often as I should / could / want to. Love you! And thank you for reading. Love you Grandpa. Kudos and peace sent out into the world for the others who happen to be stumbling through and reading this :).