Birthday Cake

Spent the day celebrating the birthday of a family member.


Going into cake coma.



At a Loss for Words

It only took a total of four days to tire out my creativity muscle. I knew it was a little out of shape, but wow. I’ve been thinking all day that maybe going for a run or doing some yoga or something (because my body is also a little out of shape) might give it some energy to wake back up, but all I’ve been doing is thinking about it. Like I’m so lacking in the motivation department that I can’t even get up and do something. Or maybe it was my creativity muscle that sucked it all out of me.

I’m not a fan.

I’m trying to find the right mind-set to get my brain into drive. It’s like going through a slot machine rigged to fail 100% of the time. Another day at the office, something to make a change, I’ll get a reward at the end (in the form of chocolate, of course). Well, I ate the chocolate anyway.

This is the last-ditch effort. Write something so that more words will come. I don’t think it’s working. It’s just not my day, folks.

Here we go again.

I’m relatively sure that at some point in the past I told myself I wasn’t going to start a new blog. I was going to keep the one I was working on.

Clearly that went out the window.

I doubt many people will end up reading this, but for those who do, I need some people to hold me accountable. I want to make it a goal to write something every day. I don’t know what, and I don’t really care what, but something. Something about what I know. Something about whatever is going on. We’ll see how this goes.

Until then, this blog of course doesn’t have much of a theme. It’ll get there this time. I have some kind of faith. The amount is debatable, though.

If anyone wants to talk to me about anything, I’ll probably welcome the conversation.