Tom and Gisele Brady waited 11 Days to name their baby. 11. While I'm sure we'll see the affect of such lack in identity 20 years from now on the pages of US Weekly, or the National Enquirer, for those 11 days, did it matter to the baby? He was fed and burped and loved.
What about this blog? Without a permanent name and a clear focus, I've let it wither to near nothingness. I haven't fed it with clever wit, or nurtured it with continuous sweet thought. No, I've let it shrivel into the endless of abyss long-forgotten empty blogs... It's like my plant at work: I remember to water it only when the leaves have faded to a crispy brown and the sad stems droop onto my desk.
I WANT to remember my plant, just like I WANT to remember this blog. And I do remember, it, but at the most inconvenient times... like when I'm half-asleep with thoughts rumbling through my head like a freight-train that I pretend not to hear and don't want to write down for fear that I'll never fall back asleep! Or when I'm driving and think of the most brilliant bit only to forget it by the time I am able to open my computer.
What this blog needs is a PURPOSE. It needs a reason to exist. And then I will remember to post. Like the book Julie and Julia - she didn't just write about her egomanical narcissistic thoughts. She cooked and wrote. Cooked and wrote. Every day.
And so, I go in search of my blog's purpose. And in the meantime, I will just write drivel when I think of it... au revoir!
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