I cheated a few times, retroactively posting for a day I forgot, but I'm counting it. "It" was a commitment to just-write, no matter what.
A lot of crap resulted, and some days, as I said a year ago, it would just be one word. Once it was a period.
But that's part of it.
Learned a few things over the year:
- I have a tendency to crave drama
- Sometimes, the most important things that happen are just the things that happen, going to the beach with some kids, vs. big realizations and seemingly earthtweaking events
- In spite of that, it's hard to find the motivation to document those daily things sometimes
- I tend to enjoy reading those types of posts over again and experience less cringing when I do
- I believe those posts also truly make up the substance of memory. Remembering simple instances says more about a relationship, or a time in one's life, then lengthy analysis of relationships or times in one's life
- (e.g., I am studying for a pre-clinical exam which I'm taking on Tuesday. If I fail, it will kind of fuck up my situation. I'm very preoccupied with it, every minute. For some reason I'm not writing about that)
- You can like the way you say things, but be embarrased about the way you write them. A lot of times, rereading posts, they felt corny and unsophisticated, where, in person, I would've said them with characteristic eloquence and rapist wit
- People like Kelly, Elly, Tom, Pearl, my mom, "dbs," (and of course, my lady), are quality humans I count among my friends. Your comments make me happy, and I'm sorry if I forgot someone
- I am, overall, a pretty decent human myself
- There's something humble about writing, even though it would seem, in fact, to be the opposite
- I'm still learning to use commas (see last sentence for example)
- The dogs are far more important to our lives than they deserve
So thank you for reading my stuff and dog bless.
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3 comments:
I hope you don't stop! I so looked forward to ready about your real moments in real time. Anyone who really know you can see the real you in all his blazes of greatness and sometimes frustrations expressed here with style and creativity. Please don't stop.
Love Mom
You are a better man than I am. I concede to your uburbloggerness.
*slurp*
...and congrats!
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