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I’m (very) Trying

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I’ve been told (well, not TOLD, exactly) that the secret to a successful blog is blogging on a regular basis. Heard. That’s the word I was looking for. I heard that a good blogger writes on a regular basis (no, I don’t remember where) – that his/her/their readers want to be able to depend on the blogger – that they/he/she (am I missing any pronouns?) need to know when the posts will come.

If you’re following me (and if you’re not, why not? don’t you like me?), you’ll know that I’m not a good blogger. You’ll know that I’m far less than consistent – that (at best) I’m an occasional blogger. I have a confession to make. Seeing that I’m not Catholic (and even if I were, churches are closed). I’ll confess here. I let work and worry and stress and the black dog derail me. I want to write on a regular basis, but there are some days the brain weasels are running so fast all I can hear is the squeak of the wheel and other days the EIC won’t shut up.

BUT (Yes, I have a big but, and not just the one that’s getting bigger thanks to the pandemic and stress eating drinking).


I’m trying to change. I’m trying to be a better writer/friend/human. I am trying to overcome my procrastinating perfectionist tendencies. I am trying to stop ignoring the voices in my head and allow them to speak their (my?) mind – because my customer service training taught me that if you allow a person to vent, uninterrupted, eventually they will run out of steam.


The problem with change is twofold

  1. We don’t have any. No, really, haven’t you heard about the change shortage?
  2.  I hate change. Not coins, just change. It’s scary and hard and icky. I don’t like it.

But I’m trying. In my attempt to change, I decided to post on Tuesdays and Fridays. The problem with that (in case you haven’t noticed) is that today is Wednesday.*


I’m off to a great start. But at least I’m trying.

Tomorrow (or maybe later today, or perhaps Friday) I’ll be back to July’s gratitude challenge. Today I’m grateful that the weasels oiled their wheel.

What are you grateful for?


*Where’s The Doctor when you need him?

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Fabulous Female searching for sanity while raising two children (a teenaged female and her father) in the Southern California suburbs.

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