Blogs Back in the Day
In what was a clear attempt to copy my big Sis, in junior high and high school I created journals for myself. They were the most basic accounts of the events of a sheltered little boy. But the amazing thing that came from them was not attained from the initial writing, but from the subsequent reading. It was there I began to become aware of the stupidity, foolishness, insecurities, and genius that I had in me. Those journal entries soon became analysis of my day, my reactions to me and the people around me. The problem I would have is consistence. There would be gaps of months that made me think life was either too boring or too encompassing to be written down. I have often though the purpose of a blog was this age’s form of a journal. Isn’t that how this started? In 1996 it certainly was. Then came news web sites, advertising and “professional” bloggers. Instead of the freeflow of thoughts and ideas it became a forum of essays. Spellchecked and run through an editor.
I get this, and am fully behind the progression. I just hope there are still people out there using blogs to understand what they are thinking. As a way to questioning what they have heard and told to believe. People who are using it to write accounts of there days that they can look back on and grow from reading.
I have been derelict in holding myself accountable. Life is meant to be lived which means you are suppose to grow. I stall, stagnant. Be it because of suck jobs that I sell my soul to, or wasteful unhealthy doses of depression. The ability to shake free from these is an accomplishment I have only met intermittingly. I understand that is the goal. The starting point from where everything else can be attained. I am a few weeks away from, again, trying to find balance. I am not at a juncture where the correct road is in front of me. So I am left with deciding which will one will not lead me further away.
In this economy no job is safe. Hell no savings are safe. It is a flexural world. May we all become contortionists.

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