And this, dear readers, is what we call...
My 400th post here in the B-World Blog. Holy crap.
It's taken me almost four years to get here. That's four hurricanes, four digital cameras, three jobs, three Gator National Championship titles, countless threats of bitchslapping, $240 worth of pudding, one amazing fiance, and one timeless joke about the Greek Army, to get to right here, right now. Yikes.
The irony of me going through yet another one of my fabulous writer's-block-it's-just-a-dry-spell-no-inspiration-to-be-had-bullshit episodes is not lost on me, friends.
I try to think about why I've been so neglectful of writing here. Someone told me once that sometimes you stop writing in your blog or your journal because things are going so well that you don't have anything to write about. I don't know if I agree with that. Sure, I've been known to fire off a missive when I'm feeling particularly riled about something, or when I feel the intense need to over-share. Sometimes, absolutely small, crazy, and wonderful things happen, and I want to write about those, too.
But I don't.
Then I peek at all those wonderful blog writers who have allowed me to come into their world for a few brief moments every so often, whose voices I can hear in my head when I see their written words, and I'm so inspired!
Then I don't do shit.
On the plus side, things are going pretty well.
Work has been very calm the past couple of months, since the ouster of our biggest "issue" here. Wedding plans are chugging along, and I am just pretty much telling my mom to get all crazygonuts if she wants, but I am still keeping final word on certain things. The stress is just not worth it, and heck, I think it gives her joy to be doing this.
Maybe it's true: I can't write because there's nothing for me to bitch about.
Or I just haven't figured out how to highlight the good stuff, to write about it in a way that truly conveys what's going on, and have it make sense.
Any suggestions on how to do that?
