I went to a lot of trouble to say that I was blogging again and then did not blog. That’s lame. Worse, I have no defense to offer. I should be writing as much as possible. Especially since my alternative has been to either pointlessly ruminate about things without even a redeemable relic like a journal blog or to squander my time with no redeemable relic that would at least improve my writing.

So now it’s Fat Tuesday. The day before Lent. Time for sacrifice and re-commitment. I’m going to walk an hour a day and write something everyday just because it’s on my mind. That is all.

What you are doing! We have the choice to make the best of any situation.  Instead of wallowing and sulking (as I have been known to…LOL), when I make the decision to make the best out of wherever I am, the situation I dread always turns out more successful that I imagined.

A class project video…

I haven’t quite figured out what it is…exactly.

Am I doing the right thing at not quite the right time? Should I say exactly what I’m thinking? Do these jeans make my butt look big? Are the objects in my mirror larger or smaller than actual size?

Whatever it is exactly…I think it’s time to figure out where I am again. For a while, it seems I was constantly being moved from place to place, thing to thing. And now some days I still get the feeling I’m not where I should be.

But I don’t know anymore if it’s about zip codes or label sizes.

Where is the line between trying and failing? Wishing and wasting time?

I think my pendulum maybe at rest. Or maybe it’s everything around me that is maddeningly unaffected by the force I’m able to bring to bear.

I don’t know. I can’t figure it out.

I’m not here to listen to the sound of my own voice. Really. I’m just don’t know who to talk to anymore. So for now, as it has been before, I’ll just start talking and see if anyone else is listening…