Being a chatty cathy is apparently good for you ... who knew?

Uh oh, I may have writer's block.  Oh wait, I guess that should say I may have blogger's block.  Actually, I don't have either, I have simply been trying to curb my daily computer use, which is no easy task, because I bore easily during the day.  I am trying to reform my daily ways by reading and writing during the evening hours.  I'm not saying that you ever miss me, or that I have something scintillating to write about every day in blog world, but I did promise myself that I would strive to write something, anything really, and that I would do so fairly consistently.  I actually started this blog as a daily journal of nothingness, and have been fairly true to my lack of real vision.  I simply felt slightly compelled to write, but I never had a real clue what I would write about with the exception of writing away my frustrations, and as you know, those prove themselves plentiful.  

I never kept journals as a kid.  No sir-ree, I was far too busy reading and playing my childhood away to write, but I noticed that as an adult, I have been consistently drawn to journals, buying them mostly, but never filling them with writing.  I would write sporadically about the events happening in my life or those around me, but it was so sporadic, that it really never counted as true journaling.  I never kept a gratitude journal and I never had enough imagination to write a novel.  Poetry draws me, because of its succinct form, and I allow myself the delusion that I'm not half bad at writing it.  However, it's a form of expression, which I use as a gift to my friends , family and lovers, not something which I feel compelled to write every day.  I'm really just rambling aren't I?  

Maybe I am, maybe I'm not.  I will let you in on the fact that I have in my brain a little snippet of a podcast on fate, which I listened to earlier today.  A segment of the podcast suggested that our mental longevity is tied to how many details we are prone to talk of or write about, and I realized that my future mental status may be in deep do do.  The more animated the conversation or writing, supposedly the greater the mental longevity.  I don't think I go into great detail during conversations or when writing.  In fact, I think I'm a minimilist when it comes to description.  In a verbal conversation, I often neglect to complete a thought.  After listening to that podcast about fate, I now realize that the hand writing is on my future wall, and that my mental faculties are nothing to waste.  Based purely on my lack of extraneous detail, it may be that my mental faculties AREN'T poised to be with me for the long haul, so I need to use them while I have them, even if it means writing about nothingness.  Maybe you too can forgive me for the lack of a real topic.  I can and did.


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