Two months ago, I celebrated my 8th blogging anniversary to subdued acclaim. No press release was drafted and I didn't go out to dinner with myself to celebrate.
Lately, my offerings here have been spaced well apart, not for lack of desire. I love to write and am always on the hunt for something to write about. I don't really have a satisfactory answer to why I don't publish here more often.
One of the reasons I blog is to help eliminate some of the mental rubble that interferes with my life. In all things that require planning, effort and fortitude, it's always easier not to do it than it is to actually do it. It's the damn rubble that keeps me from my keyboard. It also keeps me from my real estate prospecting, telling my wonderful wife how much I love her, practising my banjo, memorizing new lyrics, learning how to shoot the damn puck and so on. Writing in this blog these past 8 years has unbeknownst to me, clarified my thoughts, my ambitions, my aspirations and expectations and so it goes. In other words, it's been good therapy.
As I write this, I'm already inspired to write more posts. Specifically, as an example, I ask myself why I don't write about real estate as much as I used to. My answer is simple. I've addressed most of the issues that needed my attention, that got my gander up. Incompetent Realtors who let their own complexes interfere with the success of a transaction used to piss me off. Not any more. I've worked through my frustrations and am now okay with this. It's just the way it is.
This way of thinking can be applied to many of the other topics I've grappled with here, some real estate related, some not. I think this would be good for me if I wrote about these subjects.