A shadow of my former self....

Some might say my past haunts me. If they did, I'd agree. Here's why:

All too many times I begin to start a blog, or at least mentally come to the conclusion that "I should write in my blog," only to end up scratching the journey before it has ever begun. The reason is simple: I have nothing at all I WANT to write. The reasons are simple.

1) I live in the middle of isolation.  I am uninformed about political matters, legal matters as applicable to my chosen profession, the general state of affairs of anything past the latest viral YouTube video...and it sickens me.

As it stands, the news I get is from Facebook; and, honestly, I haven't applied myself towards improving the situation. I have become "content." Blissfully ignorant in my small "tundra" that is too comfortable to be called "Frontier living" anymore.  I play with my dog, and read novel upon novel, to fill my time. This of course is when I am not being occupied by my ever burdening Netflix and Facebook schedule.

So that, dear friends and followers is why I have remained painfully silent...Until now....

2) Awwww yes, it's not that I can't write of former lovers...(But, really, isn't that a yawn by now?) .....BUT...WAIT...oddly, they are EXACTLY what keeps me writing.  Re-reading emails of summers and romance past, I am struck by why each love to this day lingers. The good ones supported me. The great ones pushed me...annoyed me...and motivated me.

And damn Them All to Heaven, a few text messages later, and I am annoyed beyond all belief that I have spent practically two months of doing nothing....expressly outlined in aforementioned bullet 1.

Maybe my misanthropic ways will return as the snow settles in, but I will try my damnedest to shake off the hold that Anonymity has put upon my brain.

With hopes of writing anything of interest, xoxo.