Before I set off for my 10-4 shift at the irish pub, I wanted to make a point to blog something, and my snoozing has robbed me of the precious minutes needed to complete this task. There is always an excuse, but I AM trying to get back into the habit. With this new period in my life, I want to have a bit more influence over my own activities. Interesting concept- giving up on passive aggressive living. So despite my late start, I will press on.
Today's oneword: retreat
it's quick and crass and you know that in pulling back you will only spread this pain wider and deeper and it's a shame because you all had such good intentions but where good and bad are relative it doesn't really matter what we set out to do...
only what we did.
Hit home a little harder there, sxb* (who, by the way, still needs to get his blasted comments fixed). This whole blog is a retreat on my part. Bringing my writing back to what it used to be for me. A self-serving escape.
I hate how the term "self-serving" has such a negative connotation. It's just that I used to write for me... until I lost sight of that in all of the attention I was getting. Then I served the masses until I was dry and now there is hardly anything left.
Hrmn. That last sentence pretty much sums up my current feelings on my job at the pub as well as my writing. I guess that's why I'm pulling back from that environment too.
This... and by this I mean me... must be nutured slowly, until my words come back to life.
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