I swore to myself when I started this thing that I would write every day. Something. Anything. That was the whole point of it—to give myself an unstructured outlet in which to write, with the motivating pressure of the public forum (though only a slight pressure because no one else is actually reading it). It’s been nearly a month since my last post, so I must admit that I’ve failed, yet again, to form a habit that is good for me. The self-destructive behaviors are effortless to maintain, but somehow my good intentions desert me almost immediately. What is the story with that? Why can’t those of us with addictive personalities get hooked on stuff that is productive and/or good for us?!? Is it the lure of the forbidden? That’s a thought, but if the powers-that-be were to suddenly forbid me brussel sprouts, I don’t see myself lying awake at night pining desperately for them.
Maybe it’s the lack of structure that is making the daily blog difficult. I have no theme, really, except that I write what is stuck in my brain, and that’s all over the place. It’s a microcosm of my life, actually. A lack of focus has been my perpetual cross to bear—jack of all trades, master of none. I’m a generalist in a specialist’s world.
