I’m a bad blogger.
You know how I know?
It’s been over 2 years since I posted anything. It’s been even longer since I posted anything of substance.
I don’t even know where to start over, but I have been feeling the call to do it for a long time. I miss the self-indulgent navel gazing. I miss the oversharing of my emotional turmoil with random strangers on the internet. I miss make jokes about pizza rolls.
2021 is just now starting off. We’re just shy of 38 hours in as I am typing this. If I wait too long, I’ll miss the New Year’s motivation and momentum. So, here goes nothing.
If I want to get things moving again, I have to just get started. Slow and steady. Build from the ground up, right?
So, here’s my 2021 goal: 52 posts. 1 post per week.
That gives me one year to figure out this whole “being in my late 30s” thing. Because, god knows my brain still thinks it is 17 and my body is trying really hard to argue that fact these days.
It feels like a good time to start figuring things out. If I do it before I turn 40, it’s not a midlife crisis, right?
So, here’s my promise to you. Come back here on Saturdays, and I will have written something.
It might be entertaining. It might be motivational. It might be insane.
Only the people who come back each week.