Dear Readership,
I was getting myself all angry. A long time ago I realized that I have two options on days like this: lie in bed all day and feel sorry for myself, or push myself to keep going. Naturally, I chose the latter.
This it to say, I have been meaning to leave comments on many of your own individual blogs. Please don't think I don't care about you all and don't read your words on a daily basis. Nothing is more annoying than lurkers, so I do make a point to make my appreciation known.
Fifty or so blogs are bookmarked inside Firefox. I read over about ten earlier today and had every desire to leave substantive, thought-provoking comments like normal. But the words didn't come. It was an effort just to think and my perfectionism reared its ugly head.
A voice entered my head. It said, do what you can. It's your birthday, for God's sake. It doesn't always have to be balls to the wall. Relax.
It's a beautiful day outside, for weirdos like me, at least.
Overcast, dreary, cold, rainy.
I sat outside in the rain and took a few pictures. Enjoy.
Comment, lurk, whatever.
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Just be you.
A belated Happy Birthday, Kevin! May this be your best year yet!
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