Ahhhh what to write, what to say, who to piss off on this wonderful day.

Look at that.  I wrote a poem.  I am skillful that way.

Actually, I am struggling.  Struggling with that damned “Diary” song by David Gates and Bread that I woke up to the other day playing on a loop inside of my head.

God, I hate that song.

I’m struggling with a couple of ideas that I would like to write about, but involve other people who I just don’t have the energy to get their buy in on being a part of this site.  Is that a run-on sentence?  Do I care?

Pffft.

I’m struggling with telling you about the training session I attended yesterday that completely weirded me out, and made it abundantly clear to me and the everyone within earshot that I have a filter problem.  But, there is that whole corporate thing about social media policies, and what you can and cannot post on social media, so on and so forth…..blah, blah, blah.

I’m struggling with talking about family, recognizing their privacy rights….what would be ok to post here while maintaining that privacy.

And it is Friday.  Whoo Hoo!

So many things going on.  So many things NOT going on. It would make life so much simpler if writing wasn’t so damned personal.  If telling the story didn’t cut so close to the bone….but it is that incision that makes the story that much more compelling, don’t you think?

We read printed media, watch video/TV/movies for a reason.  An escape from the mundane….something different to do…to evoke a feeling.  If those feelings were not evoked, we would have no reason to read or to view.

Ah.  I am preaching to the choir, and I am just stringing words together to excuse my lack of diligence in telling a story that hurts no one…..other than me.