It’s been one week since I wrote a blog post. I should be angry at myself for missing so many days in my month-long ultimatum (hadn’t missed more than a couple of days before), disappointed perhaps.
I probably am a little disappointed, but I’ve been busy. I had my first workout of the new year, covered some basketball, spent some time with the missus powering through two seasons of “Orphan Black” (if you haven’t seen it, do it) and got to babysit my new grand-niece, among other things.
Maybe best of all, I was confident the whole time that I’d come back to the blog. I wanted to write, wanted to post things. Many of my activities were so humdrum I didn’t see them as worth writing, and while I had the idea or two for other posts, by the time I was ready to commit them to digital paper it was so late that sleep was the bigger priority. Sleep will always be a priority.
I expect to be writing another post tomorrow on another topic that I’ve been mulling over for awhile, so I’ll keep this one fairly short — not to mention it’s pretty late again and the babysitting job started VERY early this morning so I’m running out of steam.
But here I am, writing up the mundanity of my week and getting something new up on the blog. It’s not Shakespeare, it’s not Pulitzer worthy, but it doesn’t have to be. Not every post can be an epic.
And this doesn’t even come close to some of the eternal gaps between posts that I once had here, when I dreamed of doing a sports blog separate from my work as a sportswriter (too many varied interests to do just that, and not enough big ideas I wanted to pontificate on to justify it). This time, it’s been one week.