You Never Because....When there are no excuses left....

Obsession is the single most wasteful human activity, because with an obsession you keep coming back and back and back to the same question and never get an answer.
Norman Mailer 


It has been so long since I've made a blog post that I can't even figure out how to change my job title in the admin settings, which leads me to my disclaimer, ahem:

This blog is in no way affiliated with ActionCOACH or ActionCOACH Spokane or any of its subsidiaries, monasteries, or any other word ending in "ies."

I'm only writing this blog post because I ran out of excuses.

Let me explain.

First, let me insert disclaimer number two, ahem:

I'm rusty at writing. My literary tendons are tight.

Moving on.

As I was saying, I'm only writing this because I ran out of excuses. I actually looked my therapist in the eye and said tonight, "I'm too depressed to write."

He countered back with "Ernest Hemingway committed suicide."

Touche'.

Saying I'm too depressed to write is like saying I'm too sad to be a poet or I'm too thin to be a ballerina...or too fat to be a sumo wrestler. You insert your own witty little line. Point being, I have no excuse not to write, even if I don't exactly have a point at the moment.

You could say that I'm writing to hear myself type. (get it? do you?)

This blog started out as a motivational communication tool. Turns out I'm not that motivated and my recent life experiences haven't been all that positive. This last year, my life has felt like a house of cards and all I've been doing is playing 52-card pick up.

I'm at ground zero folks. Time to rebuild.

Time to get inspired. Time to live a little. So, this blog post is me, peeking around the corner from obscurity after a second nervous breakdown. Literary physical therapy. Trying to get back in the game.

This was step one. Stay tuned...