January 27, 2011
I love my readers. For most of us who choose to bare our souls on HTML, it's people who read (and subsequently comment) who keep us going. For the past months where I've been slipping off the blogdom, I've had people cajole, threaten and bully me into coming back. Not that it's worked very well, but I've (very much) appreciated the effort. I realize I'm a little devoid of inspiration here. I'm sick of writing about the marital prospects (another one popped up out of the blue, in case anyone is interested). I'm sick of writing about family pressures (another little cousin got engaged, I am officially both the lost cause and the ultimate challenge - it's exhausting to say the least). I'm tired of whining about work (which I'm struggling with in an effort to derive more meaning out of what I do) or about leftover grief (which, I'm sure, get's older for you than it ever does for me). The bottom line is, I think I've run out of things to talk about. Like old lovers, my blog and I seem to have very little left to say to each other. So help me out here, those-of-you-who-want-to-talk-to-me-still, what shall we talk about? Or shall we just look into each other's eyes, realize this isn't going anywhere and just call it quits while we're still friends?