Me preteneding to know what I am typing about. I think the biggest question to any person that blogs is that they do not know what they are going to blog about when they sit down to do it. Some people find inspiration from past experiences and can tell a great storey based on that. Others will post about what is going on in their life. Where as I am not really that old enough to blog about past stories, or really have interesting things going on in my life right now. Which leaves me with mundane life stories to talk about, that do not exactly enthrall my readers. But I do try for the most part. This is me trying but still have not come up with anything after typing this and up until this point. I'm not going to lie, but my life is a lot easier than most peoples. I certainly do not work as much as other people, I work probably an average of 25 hours a week, and still make enough money to survive in a resort town, while fueling my very strong desires of alcohol and nicotene. I call them strong desires, as I do not like to refer to either of them as addictions. I like to think that I can drop anything I want too, as naive as that sounds. For instance, if I am actually working on a jobsite, instead of working in an office, which does nto happen often. I find that I intake 0 nicotene through out the whole time I am there. As long as I am occupying both parts of my brain, such as critical thinking, and hands on. I dont desire anything else, other than to complete the job that I am doing. Where as if I am sitting in front of a computer all day, it does not occupy my mind enough, numbers do not do enough for me. It wouldnt be unheard of to have a drink at lunch, and maybe one through out the afternoon of work, just to ease me into a work mode, where I can deal with the dullness of sitting in front of a computer. This is not to say I do not enjoy my job, I very much do. I enjoy having the free time, so that I can finish working out in the afternooon. Or I can take the dog out and go for a hike, or to head off early and go fishing. Hmmm I think the only solution to this quandry, if it is even a quandry since I already know the answer to it, is that I need something to occupy my time. So as we count down to the time when I move again, I already have 4 months of work booked in the summer on job sites. Thats right, I will no longer be sitting in an office, I will have less times for things like blogging, and hiking, and taking the dog out. But I think they are worth while sacrifices, except for maybe taking the dog out. I am moving back to the place that I call home, which is to say it is the place where I was born and raised. I believe, more than anything that, that is where I belong. I have found my place...
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A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it. ~George Moore
All that really matters is that you show up and type. As you say, most of the time, I never know what I'm going to type when I sit down to blog, but something usually finds its way out. The years I have on you, aren't working for me lately ;)
I never left home for more than a vacation and I rarely experience wonderlust. I travel in my brain. See, you now have that "left home" experience which I don't have.
Hmmm thx! Ill blog about that someday, when its a memory.
"He lives where he was born, as men are wise to. ~Dougie McLeish
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