Momma Mia, Mea Culpa

Okay. People.

I finally figured out what’s been stopping me from posting regularly.

Since I started this blog almost four years ago, I’ve never really thought too much about censoring anything I write.

Sure, I have had to omit certain things out of respect for other people. I’ve definitely changed names to protect the not-so innocent. And there was that one time, long ago in a far away galaxy, when I almost got fired from my job, for writing about work.

But for the most part, I’ve been known to share way too much information. I’ve posted quite a few things [and lots of photos] most people would find embarrassing. Clearly, I have no problem being open and brutally honest. And quite frankly, I have no shame.

[Oh elusive dignity, wherefore art thou?]

But, I would also like to believe that is the very reason I have made so many personal and close friendships with you fine people.

I guess it takes a little nerve, a slice of crazy, and a healthy dose of narcissism to lay your whole life out here on the world-wide-web for everyone to see. And that works for me.

I like who I am. And I like what I do. And, doggonit, people like me.

[Wait a second. I just sounded almost exactly like this guy. Great. Just when was trying to find MY OWN VOICE again!]

Anyway, like I was saying [or trying to say] is that what may work for me, does not always work for everyone.
And I respect that.

Which brings me to the point.

The real reason I haven’t posted lately is because I know ‘The New Man’ I am dating is not exactly used to having his life publicized. It’s not that he is shy, not by any stretch of the imagination. He also has no issues whatsoever when it comes to sharing everything with me. However, I don’t think he is quite ready to have particulars surrounding the intimacy of our relationships broadcast across The Internet or splashed on Blog Pages.  At least not yet.

So while I would love to sit here and regale you with tales of ‘All Things Romantic’ and possibly even bore to you to death with incessant gushing, I’ve decided to table that subject temporarily.

BUT.

Rest. Assured.

I am not going to change the way I am, or the way I write this blog.

M’kay?

Of course, now that I figured out what I was holding back [and moreover why I was holding back] my so-called annoying case of writer’s block has been lifted.

Issue. Resolved.

The latest problem I am facing?

I’ve been sitting here [for several hours] trying to conjure up new ideas from the bottom of the topic barrel. However, since I’ve been spending most of my time with him? Sadly, I don’t have much else to write about.

I haven’t even been home over the last few weeks, long enough for me to scrape together anything about my father. And we all know that man is constantly providing a plethora of blog ideas, topics, and serious raw material to work with.

Alas, I simply cannot continue to drive myself any crazier, while searching for a fabulous new way on how to spin the story of my bedroom curtains into a ‘riveting read’!

Instead, I will just say, “Happy 35th Birthday To Me.”

Yanno.

Since I will be thirty-five years old.

Tomorrow.

[Thursday. October 8th.]

[Oh, by the way, does anyone know if that age qualifies me as a ‘Cougar’ now? Because if that IS the case? I’d rather turn 34. Again. And maybe even for the next few years.]

PS: I promise to start paying attention to the little things in life again, so next week I should have an actual story to share with ya’ll.

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