Unfortunately, not lots of filled up notebooks. Lots of partially filled notebooks.
Of course there are some things I write about that are just interesting to me and hopefully to some of you.
I am somewhat steadfastly holding onto the thought that although I only have 6 people following this blog on blogger, other people read it, despite the fact that the comments don't back up this belief.
Some of you may find it odd that I need a place to "put it all out there" because to some of you that is how I live my life. But it's not always so.
I get a lot of stuff stuck in my head that doesn't make it out. There are various reasons for this, but sometimes it's doubt. Sometimes it's because something else comes up that needs my attention. A lot of times it's forgetfulness; a LOT of times.
There are two blogs that I read regularly, http://succumbingtomyawesomeness.wordpress.com/ & http://www.gradydoctor.com/ and I am really in awe of the writers' ability to do it as regularly as they do. Of course there are millions - probably literally millions - of blogs out there to be read, and we all have so much to say. So much important stuff to say.
The problem is, for me at least, is that I find it easier to say by pushing these little keys than I do by speaking the words.
I've thought about this before and I've talked about it with friends and family. Why it's easier to do all this mind spilling all by myself instead of in front of a person. It's all in there. It's not as if there's a different compartment in me head for speaking aloud and typing.
Now, the thing is, you could take me at almost any time and put me in front of a group of people and I'd be able to take off talking a mile a minute about all kinds of garbage - both meaningful and meaningless. But I get a little stymied when it comes to one on one conversation. And this troubles me.
So, to get to the topic of the title, why I write is because I have all this stuff up in me head, and if I don't get it out it gets all cluttered. My head that is. The words, too, get cluttered. The problem ties into the second part of the title.
Why I don't.
I've recently come to recognize that discipline isn't something that I have in surplus, and to be very honest, I'd be in the Discipline Debtor's Prison if there was such a place.
I could come up with all kinds of excuses, but it all comes back to lack of discipline. This is not a very uplifting epiphany to have.
I realize that it should be a clarion call to me to get to it. Realizing this and taking the necessary action to do it are very different things.
Caution - Tangent Ahead
I'm going to enter some risky territory here. It's not surprising territory, but risky. I am a cocky person. My belt buckle and t-shirt prove it.
I can do all manner of things that many people can't. I really can. I am thankful for these talents, and I could list those things, but the world doesn't need the amount of barf that this may induce from some... What the hell is your point here, Man?
WE NOW RETURN YOU TO THE MAIN IDEA
My point is that I can do all kinds of things that many people can't, but I can only do them adequately. What keeps me from doing them really
I know that GQ has some things to say about this, but she has very graciously chosen to keep them to herself until I ask her about them. (I know that sarcasm flows through my words in the same abundance as oxygen in the air we breathe, but I am very sincere when I say "graciously" there.)
It disturbs and disappoints me that I know this, but I haven't done anything about it. Just do it! Yes, I know this. I do. It's much easier to say it than do it.
However, I am making little strides toward doing it. I am. Some people don't see it. Others haven't noticed that it's there. That's okay. I know I have, and I really want to continue. There are some distractions that I have to recognize and put down more often, and I'm going to try to do that.
So, hopefully you'll see more of my thoughts here in the coming days. I've got a whole slew of ideas up there that I've been percolating. I just hope they haven't gone bad.
My soundtrack while this was going from head to screen
- First Breath After Coma
- All In My Mind
- She Loves You
- I Ran (yes, that one)
- That Thing You Do
- Chapter 2 of The Seeing Stone from the Spiderwick Chronicles
- Why Should I Be Nice to You?
Peace & Love y'all.