I always start a new one. I rarely (meaning, never.) finish the old ones.
I only post once in a great while.
When I do, it contains no great seeds of wisdom, nor revelation... sometimes, if it's an exceptionally good day, I might reach something of a reflection.
And I get to wondering why I start them in the first place.
And then I remember that I am a lonely person.
And I realize that my time could be better spent.
And I wonder what it would be like if I could write like Jamie Tworkowski, Stephen Chobsky or Donald Miller.
And I wonder, if I could express myself like them and communicate my heart and my psyche, would somebody read it?
And then I remember how many people have blogs.
And I wonder if those people thought the same thing.
Or maybe none of them care and that's the point.
I'm not sure.
But, I'll probably just end up posting a lot of things by Donald Miller and Jamie Tworkowski and Stephen Chobsky.
Small things. Heaven forbid I commit all sorts of copyright infringement!
And that's pretty much it.
Peachy, isn't it?
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