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.
Of course as soon as things start getting busy in my life and I commit to doing what I want with the blog, I start coming down with a cold. It’s perfect timing, especially considering I finally got my flu shot last week — though that is merely coincidence (and more ironic than anything Alanis Morissette wailed about).
I started feeling the bug coming on Sunday, and when I woke up this morning didn’t feel any worse than I did when I went to bed. That’s usually a good sign because it seems the cold always works its “magic” while I’m asleep, in spite of any medicine I take or how much rest I get. But the happiness was short-lived, and while it was a slow progression by this evening the congestion had begun in earnest and the throat was more sore and raw.
Having to work on a preview story and try to get other chores around the house done as well, I was reminded of the toughest part of getting sick — the effect it has on your mind. I had trouble focusing on what I was trying to do, and it felt at times like I was in a fog and just couldn’t concentrate on … well, much of anything.
Hopefully I can start to shake this by tomorrow and get back to normal so it doesn’t affect any of my plans for later in the week. Hence an early bedtime and a good night’s sleep to try and get on the down side of this.
See, one day and I’m already fighting to meet my own ultimatum. Now I’m doing it at the end of a day that began for me at 7 a.m. on too little sleep (my own fault) for my weekly bowling league, with what feels like the beginning of a nice cold. Should be interesting to see what happens.
It was a fairly typical Sunday of laundry, some TV and starting to dip my feet into preseason information to get ready for the girls basketball season that begins in less than a week. For that and other reasons, the main goal was to take it easy in anticipation of a long week ahead.
Things can get especially hectic at this time of year, especially for scholastic sportswriters thanks to the change in seasons in addition to the holidays which already sap so much time, attention and energy. There’s even more on my plate than that this week, including an impending babysitting assignment which I have a pretty good feeling will end up its own blog post.
So I should really keep this short so I can actually get to bed and get up at a decent hour to start the week off right. Since I’ve been pulling as hard as I can just to get these words out, shouldn’t be a problem. But I got words out, and got a post up. Yay me, [ 2 ] days without missing a blog post. Let’s hope I don’t have to reset the counter soon like the accident sign at Springfield Nuclear Power Plant.
- By the way, my friend Brandi Lukas was kind enough to ask me to be the guest co-host again this weekend on her fun (but NSFW) podcast, Going To Hell. The episode went live late Sunday, and you can listen to it here on her podcast site, Olio.fm. Again, use headphones if you’re going to listen in public. Also due to the many topics we covered the show runs over an hour, so settle in and enjoy — especially if you hate Secret Santa.
Once again, I bang out a blog post and then create others over the next week-plus only to never finish any of them. I think I have to give myself an ultimatum to get things going here.
My plan was always to treat this blog not just as a place to pontificate with long (but hopefully not ponderous) posts, but also write smaller things that don’t take hours of crafting and research. This is where I’ve stumbled, and where I need to improve.
So my plan is to try and post something daily (or as close to it as I can get) for at least a month to get into the creative rhythm, so to speak. Hopefully I’ll live up to the challenge since I’m putting it out there publicly, and it will make the blog become a more regular part of life which I’m pretty sure is what I want.
I’m going to treat it like a New Year’s resolution, but without waiting for the new year to get it going. A friend once said that waiting until the new year to make big changes and resolutions was just an excuse, and I think in this case I’m taking that to heart. I think if it helps someone to achieve their goal, they should do whatever it takes.
I’ve been getting hints and encouragements from different people in different ways, but it’s all helping point me in the same direction. I’m planning on making other changes in my life as well, but trying not to make it too big and taking it one step at a time. I don’t have forever to do it, but if I try to do too much too quickly it could easily lead to becoming overwhelmed and quite possibly failure. That’s not what I’m after.
The main point is, even if I don’t think I have an earth-shattering post to write every single day … do it anyway.