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Dear Dr. Einstein,
Once upon a time, I had a cool blog. Well, at least I thought it was a cool blog. It was snarky, tuned into the cultural zeitgeist and just fun to write. But lately I feel like my blog has lost it’s way. Mostly I post LOLcat pictures and quote people from DailyKos who seem to think and write much more cogently than I ever have. I think my blog is experiencing a mid-life crisis. After all, it IS going on 6 years of blathering which is pretty long, in blog-time.
I mean, I don’t write detailed analysis like Mark does nor do I have quite the turn of phrase that Heather seems to conjure up out of thin air. I’m definitely not as zany as CRSE is (when she can tear herself away from Wii-ing) nor can I create the most beautiful pictures and blogs like Leanne does. Each of my blog pals create a world that is uniquely theirs. When I go to their site, I know (and am pleased about) what I am getting through their voices.
And so, Dr. E, speaking of voices, I have lost mine, it seems. I am stuck at the corner of Snark Avenue and Woo-Woo Way. As I was reading the Carolyn Myss book “Entering the Castle” I noted that in addition to eliminating gossip, she also mentioned letting go of the need to complain. And then it hit me. My blog is all about complaining. If I don’t complain, whatever will I write? (Note that the love of and desire to complain goes wayyyyy back in my history and runs in the maternal bloodline, I think.) Give up gossiping AND complaining?? That’s like someone giving up smoking AND drinking at the same time! The horror!
I think I’ve gotten a tad bit better at not totally participating in the gossip and even pretty much gave up reading gossip sites (I don’t even know who half these people are any more!) but give up complaining?? I dunno about that. Gonna have to think on it.
In the meantime, I’m around and trying to find my voice on here again. Somehow the blog title “WooWoo Pants” doesn’t have the same zing, you know?? :)
So, can you solve my equation, oh great thinker of the 20th century (was it 20th? I hope so. I’m too lazy to look it up. Would he be pissed that I can’t even be bothered to get my facts right?? Yeesh, indeed, Lauren.)? What’s the answer?
Not complaining? Can I complain about not being able to complain? Where’s the “I’m not complaining, really” desk?
Love and kisses,
(Not trolling for pity or friskies – just letting you all know what’s in the Lisa thought bubble these days.)