Well, I haven’t blogged for two years but here I go again. How time flies. Since I last blogged, Obama was elected President (thankfully the world hasn’t ended), Haiti experienced a devastating earthquake, the world has seen a financial meltdown and the U.S. has been saddled with a bigger mountain of debt than previously seen. In the two years from the last time I picked up a pen (well, typed at my computer and blogged), Michael Jackson died along with GM and Ford, though the latter two have been given another chance at life. Since 2008, gold and silver have been on a tear, the Tea Party has taken center stage and pigs have flown. That is, the New Orleans Saints have done the impossible and won the Super Bowl. The point is, there has been plenty about which to blog.
I’m not sure why I stopped blogging, though. Maybe it got old. Maybe I got busy. Maybe it took too much precious time. Maybe I ran out of things to say. Or maybe I just got tired of the process of blogging.
But then maybe I’m like the hare. You know the story that, in a nutshell, goes like this. Mr. Tortoise and Mr. Hare are in a race. Mr. Hare sprints to a lead, takes a nap and wakes only to find that he was beaten to the finish line by the slow moving Mr. Tortoise.
I often find myself more like Mr. Hare. I find it pretty easy to take hold of something and sprint all out and even do really well at whatever the particular challenge is. But then, in time, whether I’m distracted, tired, or just downright bored, I might just fade away into a nap of sorts, much like Mr. Hare. Even so, after some period of time I wake up, only to find that I’m behind or that Mr. Tortoise has passed me by.
My blogging hibernation is probably the result of a combination of things and is probably a good thing for me to reflect upon. You see, I can be very determined at times but that determination can wane into laziness. I can be very excited about something but it can quickly become a bore to me as I become distracted by something new. Sometimes I just have too many pots on the stove, too many irons in the fire.
I guess I could try and wax eloquent and be even more philosophical but alas, there’s something else calling my name. So here I go again. I’m off to the next project, the next distraction. Who knows if I’ll be back blogging. I’m sure I will at some point, maybe today or this afternoon even, as it seems I always come back to the things I leave behind.