Dear Readers,
I am sorry I have not written in a while. The truth is, I have nothing to say. It is relatively quiet in my head these days. Perhaps I have killed all my inner demons. Or, maybe they were taken in last weekends rapture.
I have jumped back on the existential train and decided that with life being so fleeting and with 2012 looming, it would be incredibly selfish of me to write. I am sure this is just a really creative way of justifying writers block and/or resistance.
You understand, don’t you?
The reasons go something like this,
I can’t use my precious time on earth to write because….
1. There are starving children in third world countries. True.
2. I should be riding a bike with a basket on the front
3. I should be volunteering my time at a nursing home or with Big Brothers/ Big Sisters
4. I should be saving the world, one yoga class at a time (right, like I am that powerful and/or significant).
5. I should be meditating/visualizing/creating world peace not writing ‘another twenty-something book about young adulthood angst’
6. I should spend my time falling in love or something. (insert chuckle, eye roll, five second cry, and complete resignation to the subject)
7. I should be buying canned goods and building a stock pile just in case everyone gets sucked up and I am left behind because I am not as spiritually evolved-or whatever.
Those are the best I can come up with for right now. Keep Calm and Carry On.
