Slacker

I've been slacking on my blogging. Just noticed I haven't written anything in over two weeks. I have so much I want to say that sometimes I don't say anything.

But I guess that's ok. My posts may be spread apart and more sporadic, but I find them to be a bit more meaningful on the whole. When I finally do write something, it means something. Perhaps it only means something to me, perhaps it means something to someone else who happens to read it - but either way, it's meaningful. Even if I'm writing about smelling kitty litter and thinking a house will blow up due to gas fumes (still can't live that one down).

I have two things I keep wanting to write about and keep putting off because writing about them will take some preparation - scanning photos, reading old journals, etc. When I do finally write these posts, it will feel good. They're inside my head right now, but it's after 11 p.m. and I have to go to bed.

Tomorrow I am running four miles before work. Why? Well, maybe that's another blog post. But usually these longer runs are when I get my inspiration. I literally write blogs posts in my head when I run - of course, when I sit down later it never comes out the way it did while I was running and thoughts were just freely coursing through my head. Once again I wish I could record my thoughts when I run. I get a lot of inspiration when I'm out there, running, sweating, alone with my thoughts.

It's supposed to rain tomorrow. That should make for some really good conversations with myself while my feet take me through the neighborhood.

I'll keep you posted.