Over the past 10 days since my last post, I've started and stopped six different entries. Each time, I get about two paragraphs in and then begin to wonder if anyone really cares about the story I'm trying to tell. Part of my blogging existential crisis comes from the fact that I've been sick while also buying a house, trying to get stuff in place for our move, and wrapping up my final semester here. There was also the full moon which turned Sky into a blurting, jumping, emotional mess. That and the fact that I have three super energetic kids who force me to remember my priorities. Always.
But my failure to finish any of my posts is also due to the fact I'm constantly finding blogs of stories more compelling, prose more moving, or readership more enthusiastic than mine. I guess it doesn't really matter. I mean, I didn't start blogging because I wanted to become a famous blogger, but sometimes I wonder what in the world I'm doing. I don't know how else to explain it but to say that sometimes blogging makes me feel like I'm in junior high all over again and that I don't quite know my way.
So, there you have it. Two paragraphs again. Semester ends soon, so after a little bit of sleep, I should be back to form and maybe even able to write more than two paragraphs. In the meantime, if you have any blog post requests, I'm all ears!