Writer’s Blog

I suppose I have had a lifelong desire to have a place—a very special place—to express my thoughts in black and white in some orderly fashion, and here it is.  The opportunity has presented itself.  My beautiful daughters “gave” me a blog for my last birthday.  Six months have passed, and I have been sitting on ready.  I have imagined myself whiling away the hours finally putting my thoughts together.

 

You know–something like this…….

 

 

However, something went terribly wrong.   Instead, I looked in the mirror and saw this:

 

It’s writer’s blog.  I willed it upon myself.  Call the CDC.

 

It has taken me 3 weeks to write these few words.  In the meantime, I have been living with the speed demon from Hell who up and decided he was going to write a book and wrote the entire thing in the time I was fretting over a few words. Done. Fini. Finootie. This terrible act of psychological sabotage was committed by a person who shall remain anonymous until his book hits the best-seller list. Your biggest clue is I am married to the person I am living with.

 

I put all this pressure on myself.  I am my own worst enemy.  I am several years behind on wedding gifts, I should plant a flower garden, I need to start exercising again, clean my hairbrushes, do all the mending I have been saving for 30 years. What was I thinking?  That I could sit down and think about life?

 

My mind races at all times.  I try so hard to “stay on top of my game,”  but I am always setting myself up.  Could I try any harder to outwit myself?

 

“Jackie, okay.  Just calm down and think.  Where did you put your GPS the day you “cleaned out” your car? Oh, okay. You put it in the bag with your exercise clothes that are ready to go at a moment’s notice.  Hmmm.  That was a logical choice.”

 

It’s a blog for goodness sake.  I suppose that for me it will be somewhat like the little pink leather-bound book I still have that had a lock with a key—my Five-Year Diary from 1962.  Understand this: not another person has ever been allowed to lay eyes on any of the entries.  However, this document is now old enough and has thus been declassified.

 

When I found it, I saw there were entries only in 1962 and 1964.  I  wondered what happened in the years  1963, 1965, and 1966 that prevented me from writing.  (I possibly hid the diary from my own self? Imagine that.)  Nevertheless,  I can just see one fabulous writer emerging:

 

 

January 26, 1962

“Dear Diary, Today is Saturday.  I got two new records Twistin U.S.A., Goodbye Cruel World and The Twist.  Love, Jackie” 

(Ed. Note: But, who’s counting?)

  

 

 

February 26, 1962

“Dear Diary, I went to school. Arthur gave Pam a ring.  Mike had some rings and he was giving them away. I didn’t get one.  Love, Jackie.” 

(Ed. Note: Update on April 19, 1963. Arthur asked me to go with him.  I gave him a ring and he gave me a wedding band.  I  was 10.)

 

 

 

May 24, 1964     Sunday

“The Beatles  are lovable.  I have watched them on t.v. and seen pictures and they’re lovable.”

(Ed. Note:  They were lovable.)

 

Unless you have a blog that allows users to post various thoughts, it might appear the whole concept features someone who is just self-absorbed.  “Well, enough about me; what do you think about me? Did I tell you about me?”  That’s about par for a blog.  It is what it is.

 

The longer I live, the more I realize we are filled with draaaahhhhmaaaaa.  I am referring primarily to my two daughters and me—the three cartoon characters at the top of the page.   It is difficult to fill our roles every day, but we obviously feel it is our duty to our fellow family members to create dramas.  It might be more accurate to say mini-dramas.

 

And who can schedule air time for these?  They are unplanned, much like a tornado.  We should at least send a text message out to the cell phones of those affected–like a weather alert of sorts.  An example might be,  “We interrupt  your regularly scheduled lives to tell you Valerie said she is sorry for breaking the cardinal rule that we must inform all family members when there is a Clinique free gift special at Belk. But it’s too late now.  And the free gift had the cutest zipper case ever. You may now  return to your regular lives.”

 

So, the choice is yours. If you want a therapeutic excursion away from your own life, follow ours.  They  say people talk about other people to take their minds off their own problems.  We’re “those other people. “ Glad to be of service.  I knew my true purpose would reveal itself one day.