Blogs, generally speaking...

...are boring, and mine is no exception. I haven't posted anything in over a month. Not because I have nothing to say, but I couldn't find it. Forgot the name, forgot which email I used to create the silliness, and forgot the cardinal rule of blogging: Thou must bore others to tears with minutiae.

In the last month I:

• didn't cook 
• had a pedicure
• weeded my garden
• read 9.3 books
• spent too much time on FB
• got mad
• got even
• got over it
• wept with joy
• wept with fear
• wept with happiness
• wept with frustration

Is that enough mental vomit or should I continue? Okay. I:

• remain estranged from family members who are toxic
• don't regret anything about the estrangement
• desperately want a change in work conditions
• contemplate reconciliation
• worry about everything
• seek clarity

I'm sure that blogging isn't for me. As I read my own words I realize why so many scoff at the medium: it's ridiculous and self-aggrandizing to spend even a few minutes reciting your own thoughts, feelings, and observations. There is this thing called living. Plan to try it.