Enough crap about my concussion.  So ...

I thought I'd lament today about writing this blog.

It's interesting to me how much I enjoy writing a little entry each day.  It's just me here in cyber-land.  Sometimes I think I'm a writer extraordinaire and other times I think - boy that was garbage. I like re-reading posts (especially when I'm struggling to stay on track).  I like wondering what I'll write about.  Most of the time I have no idea ... I just start typing.  But I get excited if I have an idea the day before.

It's kind of like a therapy session for the day.

You hear it all the time - power of the written word.  I've become a believer.

I'm writing mainly about my struggle with eating and diet and food (or so I've noticed).  Story of my life that I'm determine to re-write.  It takes up too much energy, time, focus.  There are more important things in my life and this needs to take a back seat.  Still riding front seat right now - clearly!

See, even this post morphed into a tangent on fixing this frustration!

I like to repeat thoughts.  My repeat today is changing my evening routine.  I have an extraordinary morning routine.  Empowering, healthy, energized.  Then it goes to hell in the evening.  Good old Jim Rohn says life is about your routine.  Get a better routine, get a better life.

I also like to pair thoughts in 3's.  3 adjectives (boy that took me forever to spell - even spell check was like WTF - I'll blame it on the brain injury!!) in a row; 3 thoughts strung together; 3 strong action verbs.  (I had to make that a sentence of 3 just to highlight my point!)

It's nice to NOT care about type-os or grammar.  It's stream of thought all the way.  Start a sentence with "and" and "but" ... no problem.  Use "..." all-the-time ... no problem.  Correct punctuation, run-on sentences - whatever!

I have this love/hate with the idea of someone else reading my blog.  Everyday I write and wonder if I'll have any readers or OMG, a comment.  And everyday it's just me.  I feel relief and disappointment simultaneously.  I could put myself out there.  I read 2 other blogs regularly.  Not a big deal to give them a shout-out about my blog.  Or I could tell my friends.  Or if I were really brave, I could put it on Facebook.

But I won't.  Why??  Because lordy help me if they don't become religious readers and LOVE what I write.  I'd be hurt.  I'd also be embarrassed to share.  And don't even get me started on a mean comment ... then I might need actual therapy (or a cake) ... not to trivialize therapy or those who use it, of course.

I'm going to sign-off now and "publish" this post.  And don't you know, I have that little bit of excitement just to see if someone happened to read yesterday ... and just a little bit of dread that maybe they did.

Bye, bye folks (aka me).