I’m embarrassed.
I’ve become one of those bloggers I normally chuckle at. I’ve seen so many blogs appear, full of hope and new content, and then stall. That very observation is why I never started blogging long ago, despite how much I enjoy writing: I didn’t have an ego large enough to all me to think that would never happen to me. But then this season started and I was so motivated after taking a year off that I thought maybe this was the year that well of enthusiasm would not run dry.
So much for that theory.
Actually, what really happened was that I failed to stay on top of things. I allowed myself to get a little behind and then felt I had to make up all the ground between where I left off and where I currently found myself before I could move forward, i.e., that I had to report on everything that had happened since I started getting behind before I could write about the new interesting thoughts I had.
More importantly, I forgot my goal here. I’m not just here to write race reports, or a personal diary. I have no problem with blogs like that and enjoy them quite a lot. It’s just that I’m not as interested in reporting as I am in materializing my thoughts, expanding upon them, and getting them out there for the world to see, laugh at, and criticize. I think that if your thinking can’t stand up to the light of public inquiry that … well, at the very least you ought to know, even if you aren’t willing to spear your own sacred cows.
Here’s hoping I can keep this in mind going forward.
