Shhh… It’s a Secret

No promises or anything.
To be honest, I’m kind of lowering the bar for myself a bit. It took promising myself no pressure to get me to open a post window.
It’s been almost a year since I’ve written anything of substance. Despite pages of fractured, partially legible ideas and notes, coherent thought has gone screaming into the night each time I’ve considered, you know, committing words to my blog.
Unlike twitter and Facebook, it’s easy to go poking through my old ravings and pick them apart. Unlike twitter and Facebook, a blog doesn’t allow me to write it and forget it. Granted, they’re all permanent… But blogs have something, entirely in my head, which makes them more intimidating… Like the difference between an essay and a term paper… Personal blogging is the thesis I’m writing for the School of Life Bullshit Degree in Know Thyself… With a minor in Navel Gazing.
Ooo… Lint.
Anyway… So, yeah.
I opened the window.
There are words in it.
It’s okay if no one can follow the trail of words.
For now, is enough to write them.
No pressure, Marisa. Really. You have NOTHING to lose in deciding to make another go. How many false starts were there before you quit smoking? Yeah. It’s been almost 2 years since you quit so remember that.
*waves timidly*
I’m back, guys and maybe ready to clean things up around here.




  1. I have the same problem with blog posts. WHY is it that that damn window is so intimidating??

    It’s nice to see you back. And it will be nice to see the posts that follow.

    The ones you don’t HAVE to post. NO pressure :-).

    Love you. Posts or no posts ;-).

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