I missed my Saturday morning blog reminder again. I’ve been buried in geometry (gulp) communication ethics, and starting my book for my English course.
I’m making headway on that book: title and one paragraph of two sentences. I console my self that it’s a start.
On a side note, I accidentally omitted the “o” in courses—turns out I wrote curses at Simpson University. Oopsie daisy.
With all the horrors in the world, what difference does it make?
–– Siggy, What About Bob? *
I set my cell phone reminder two or three months ago to blog every Saturday morning. It wasn’t a lofty goal and it seemed very practical at the time.
By Saturday evening, I would click complete just to get the glare of my nasty failure out of sight. Apparently, even practical goals require a measure of self-discipline.
There is only ONE cure for that. If only modern science would concoct a pill.
Self-promises have gone the way of former New Year’s resolutions. Due to failure to live out resolutions, I have since given up on making them. And October promises seem to have followed suit.
One of the frustrations encountered in this failed promise is that I don’t know what I am doing. Sure, there are all kinds of courses available to guide bloggers, but the prices are very hefty. Then there is the fact that I have nothing to say; maybe that is an excuse stemmed from laziness or other pressing deadlines to meet.
I do hope to become more serious about blogging––someday. But someday will never come unless I make it happen.
For now, blogging reminders will remain on my phone. They may be checked off without completion. The goal may be brought to fruition, even if it is only to say, “Saturday morning, I’m here.”
And as Siggy succinctly put it: With all the horrors in the world, what difference does it make? (What about Bob? movie)