Though we did get some incredible storms through our area this weekend, the blackout that I’m referring to isn’t “loss of power.”
It’s the loss of both functioning computers in our Casa, in a span of 15 minutes.
Let me reiterate. It is 2010, and we have ZERO functioning computers.
One of the dead computers may or may not be as a result of a Killer-PMS-Stress-Scheduling-Control-Related Tantrum. MAY OR MAY NOT. (May.)(It FELL off my lap, it wasn’t pushed. Honest.)
Did I take to Twitter and frantically complain about it!?
No. Actually, I just tweeted yesterday morning, 3 days after the “incident.”
The honest truth? I feel relieved.
It’s causing a lot of introspection on my part. For 9 months, I’ve spent countless hours writing, commenting, networking and tweeting. To actually not be able to do that right now feels like a vacation.
I don’t have to come up with witty posts or comments, I don’t feel the need to “keep my name out there.”
I think I’ve been taking it too seriously lately.
I find that I’m posting about heavier topics, and being more introspectic. Honestly? That’s all well and good. But I used to be FUNNY. I posted pictures of towers that looked like penises.
I SAID penis. A lot.
Penis penis penis.
I started the “Reads” page and watched my stats and made this into something like WORK. EW.
I’m giving myself a break. Just like I’ve given myself permission to read trashy romance novels for the summer, I’m giving myself permission to write any trashy, lazy, silly blogposts that I want to. Even if they involve a bunch of terrifying pictures of only my face.
I’m not complaining. I absolutely love blogging. I love the people that I’ve met, I love the community, I love knowing that there is an insanely cool community of women and men out there that are sooooo talented. I aspire to be like all of them.
I want to write for the correct reasons. And I don’t want in any way for it to become “like a job.”
I also want to take time to do yoga. And read smut books. And spend time with Army Boy, enjoying the fact that our relationship is still very new, despite the fact that we’re old and settled and “Living in Sin.”* We’ve been ‘together’ for less than a year, still. We have yet to take our first vacation, or sit and watch fireflies.
Conversely, he has yet to see how whiny I get when I get eaten alive by mosquitos. Give him strength.
I guess that what I’m trying to say is that if I’m not around, it doesn’t mean that I don’t love all of you anymore. Or that I’m dead. Or that the zombie apocalypse has finally reached Central PA.
I’m probably just watching fireflies.
(*- I REALLY want a flag that says that for in front of the Casa. Any ideas?)