Blogging Is Sort of Like Going to the Gym
When you're not doing it, nothing could sound less appealing. Writing just because? Opening myself up to potential ridicule? (Okay, that usually doesn't happen -- y'all are sweet -- but I used to have this random hater on here who would post comments about how bad certain pictures of me were and how much less generally important and fabulous I was than I thought I was.) Anyway, those thoughts are very similar, for me, to considering putting on spandex and a jog bra to essentially run in place.
But when I'm practicing either of these things regularly, even daily, they seem to make perfect sense. Of course, I think, I'll go to a class where the teacher talks about how wanting to throw up while participating is normal. And while I didn't write here for so long because I couldn't think of anything to actually write about, now that I'm doing it again -- inspired, I'll admit, by my friend Alison, who is a lot like me if I were funnier -- ideas for posts are literally everywhere. I find myself thinking, "Now that would be a great post" so often that I feel I've actually crossed from Gen X into Gen Y.
P.S. Yes, these pictures document exactly how I look partaking in these activities.
P.P.S. Eric, I love your emails but would it kill you to comment on my posts here? Blogs like comments even more than Anna likes email (not to mention referring to herself in the third person).
P.P.S.S. Today, btw, is the 8th anniversary of when I stopped being the "ultimate party girl." Yee haw.






