So I’m stuck. Only a month in and I’m stuck. Not stuck like I have nothing to write about – not even close. I have a whole list of things to write about, but the ones I want to write about right this second aren’t flowing naturally. And then I get annoyed for being stuck – there are so many way bigger problems in life, I need to get over myself and figure my s**t out!
Meanwhile, a few snaps of what life has been lately:
I want to write about bourbon but in recent weeks I’ve discovered a slew of IG’ers who clearly know a hell of a lot more than I do. So what could I possibly contribute??
I want to write about how I’ve moved a ton and while we’re not military, I feel there are similarities in being what I call a corporate nomad (obviously not the serving our country part, but the moving often and not having roots and having to make friends fast). Every time I try to tackle the topic it morphs and balloons. This post just isn’t ready.
Oh, and I need to figure out this whole blogging thing. I do. Everyone talks about how easy it is to get started; nobody really admits that it isn’t all daisies and donuts. You may end up banging your head against the proverbial wall trying to figure out little things that enable your blog to act and look and feel how you want it to.
So once again, you may be used to other blogs exuding cool togetherness. Here, well, you might get that on occasion. You will most certainly get the messy underpinnings as well – I haven’t yet figured out some of the technical aspects of blogging such as widgets and plugins and auto-emails. I spill when I cook and sometimes mess up. I like to drink bourbon but I’m no expert. I have days like today where breakfast consists of leftover marinara at 1:30 – I eat carbs, carbs forever. (Dinner? I ate glazed pecans, prosecco and Cheetos. No lie.)