My anxiety is spiking like mad this ‘morning’. There’s no particular rhyme or reason to it, but I have one theory — my brain is freaking out ’cause I have no idea what to blog about. So, of course, I’m going to blog about that, ha ha.
I’m not sure at what point I decided I wanted this blog to try to be a daily, but I’ve stuck with it for the most part. After all, all the boffins say that one should pick a frequency to blog, and stick with that. Daily is the easiest for me to stick with, because I can half-schedule it to an approximate time in my day, and let rip; I can count on one hand (and maybe one finger) the number of times I’ve had inspiration enough to write posts in advance.
And that is probably my number one problem — inspiration. What should I blog about today? What should I blog about tomorrow? I keep thinking about asking people for suggestions, but my brain shuts down and goes to sleep (I’ll ask my husband sometimes, and his brain does the same thing. Thankfully, he knows I don’t expect him to be my blog topic keeper). I’m sure there are probably relevant topics readers would like my thoughts on, so consider this an open invitation for suggestions.
Anyways, it’s a funny auld bit of self-inflicted agony. It’s not like I owe anyone a daily post, not even myself. And yet, I’m all sorts of kind of obsessively committed to it. I guess because it’s an achievement I can generally achieve, and thereby get a small dose of ‘yay!’ endorphins on the daily, is part of it all. Or something. Really, I just want my heart to quit racing, and hopefully that’ll start once I hit the publish button, ha ha. Brains, eh? Can’t live with ’em, can’t trade them in for upgraded models. Not that I’m sure I’d really want to trade the old gal in — we’re used to each other!
Hope everyone has a great day, and a great weekend, and all of that positively-oriented jazz.