What the Fork Happened
It’s been almost four months since I took an unscheduled break from writing.
The winter slog got to me.
I didn’t intend to stop writing.
There is a blog I have wanted to write for some time.
I would open up the window to write and stare.
Then I would open social media and get lost in the infinite scroll and rage.
Not sure if you have seen it out there lately…
The state of things is… a problem
I don’t know where the time went.
I did the work thing.
I hung out with my kids.
I aged about 30 more years from paying attention to world shit.
I got angry at dumb shit.
I watched some sports.
I read some books.
I sent memes.
And I’m just tired.
I think we all are.
Tired of what exactly?
Everything.
Unfair games.
Gaslighting.
Broken Trust.
Bad systems.
Rage economy.
I have a lot to say and often wonder if what I have to say is useful or just adding to the trash heap of unhelpful word vomit.
It comes back to the Craig Ferguson quote:
There are three things you must always ask yourself before you say anything.
Does this need to be said?
Does this need to be said by me?
Does this need to be said by me now?
Since I am writing and not having a conversation it’s probably fine. This is mostly me talking to myself anyway.
Nothing I write about is new. I am merely repackaging ideas into something that makes sense to me. The more content I consume the more I realize this is what’s mostly out there.
It’s interesting how hard it is to start again once you stop. The sage advice to never fully stop or to not take two consecutive days off was right.
When you miss too many workouts, it is challenging to start again. Or like that one time in the Avengers movie when Thor has to restart a star to get a new hammer and it almost kills him.
Ok, it’s not THAT hard.
Here is my restart moment. I needed to dump something out to get started again.
I am putting down the toxic social media in favor of brain dumps of my nonsense.
Until next time…
Take a pizza breath.
