Now that I’ve written out the title of the post, I might not find enough energy to write about it. Ok. As my Dad would say, God Hates a Coward.
Something happened to me today that I hesitate to write about. In fact, there are a lot of things I am not writing about. Part of the reason I am not writing about those things is because I just don’t have the heart or energy or whatnot. Or I don’t want to go there. And these things could be political, spiritual, or funny or embarrassing or a combination or permutation of lots of stuff. I suspect, that writing about these things would make my blag better. Super awesome. And whatnot.
Like today. (Should I just say it? I guess I should so you know what I’m talking about.) Ok. Here goes: I had to leave work early because I needed to change my pants. And it made me think of my marriage, and why marriage is good. Seriously. I am grateful for my husband because I can tell him about these embarrassing things that happen and he can at once commiserate and make a bad joke about it: “That’s shitty,” he said.
This is what marriage is for, and if you can’t tell your spouse when you have an embarrassing moment: you’re doing it wrong.
I self-censor all the time. And sometimes it’s about my bodily functions (and my Mom would agree that I should be self-censoring, sorry Mom!) and sometimes it’s how I’m doing, and sometimes it’s by not writing that scathing post about some political issue. And I fear that if I really want to take this blag to the next level (or something), I am going to have to get more adventurous. Push the envelope, as they say.
Not that I’m not REAL, mind you. I’m not lying to you on the blag, I am just holding my tongue in a digital sense. And right now I am not emotionally equipped to make a promise to push said envelope. C’mon, I am taking anti-depressants AND anti-anxiety medications. Just trying to make it through each day, people.
So going forward there will likely still be a bunch of lame I-am-posting-now-only-because-I’m-supposed-to-be-posting-every-day-for-what-reason-why-I-forgot posts. But. I will be scheming. And I will continue to work on my emotional equipage. And I’ll see what I can do.
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