Light the fourth candle on the cake.
My blog turns four.
In previous years, I would get all introspective…over a blog. This year? Nah. Not in the mood. But, you know me; my posts never end the way they begin.
I will say though that the urge to write and update daily has gone by the wayside over the past four years. I think I’ve gotten bored with the daily effort of trying to be ‘funny’ and ‘amusing’ every time I signed on to WordPress. I just don’t find my life that awe inspiring lately and I no longer have the urge to be that creative. Besides, it takes effort to be clever and to be thought clever and I find that my internal wiring in that regard is changing. Maybe it’s because I no longer need the constant validation. Oh, I still need validation; just not as much. I can’t pinpoint how exactly, but I do believe that somehow, I’m giving myself what I once forced my blog to dispense.
I emotionally self medicate these days.
When I was in Jr. High, I was quite the jock. Very athletic. I did everything….cheerleading….volleyball….tennis….track. In fact, I was something of a speedster. I ran third leg in the 440 and 880 relays, but my crowning glory wasrunning hurdles my 7th and 8th grade years. I was pretty good. Won several races. I’ve got a few blue ribbons and a medal or two to prove it. Of course as a petite, barely 5’1″ woman/child, I had to poll vault the damn things, but I I cleared every one; every time.
I had no idea how well that skill would serve me in later life.
This blog helped me overcome several obstacles, too. For me, writing means coping and I’ve done a lot of that a la WordPress.
That said, I haven’t treated you all that well. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you. I should have taken better care of you. Fed you better; exercised you more. And now here you are, suffering from Iron Poor Blog.
Not only that, but in my medicine chest of brand names o’childhood, I also have Doan’s Pills, Sominex, Contact, Anacin, Carter’s Little Liver Pills AND should there be an out break of Tetter, a little Blue Star Ointment. Ask for it…by name!!!!;
Happy fourth birthday, little blog.
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No BC for headaches? I’m thinking of a joke about that and I know you’re getting it. What was the name of that stuff that Captain Kangaroo used to treat his Psoriasis every day?
I understand. Can’t a girl take a break once in a while? For what it’s worth, I’ll always be here.