At the beginning of this year I made an agreement with myself that I wouldn't blog unless I had something to say. I did this because I wanted to challenge myself to put more thought into what I write, and in some ways I think I have. The downside to this little experiment though was that I wrote less, mentally talking myself out of writing about certain things if I didn't think I could get more than three paragraphs out of it. That, combined with the fact that I just don't have enough time to devote to writing long posts everyday, means that things have grown kind of quiet. And that makes me sad. There have been so many stupid little observations I've had the past year that I chose not to write about because I didn't feel as if it would really be bringing anything to the table, so to speak.
But this morning I saw this post of Heather's and it was such a good reminder to me. All of those stupid observations I've had are a part of my life, and by not chronicling them, I run the risk of forgetting about them. So I think I'm going to go back to the way things were. I'm going to go back to blogging even when I don't have anything to say.
A few weeks ago Jay brought this home after finding it on the floor of his store:He keeps trying to tell me it's a penis head cozy but I'm not convinced.