Half the time I don’t know what to post on here anymore. I enjoy writing, but I get writer conscious because I start thinking that maybe what I’m writing is boring or uninteresting. Through this drastic thought process, I end up not making a post unless it’s poetry that I’ve written. Poetry is the one medium that I’m confident in. I can write, but ever since college the natural creative juices haven’t flowed the same way. Other times, I get tired of being forced to write. I know some bloggers strive to write once a week or once a day or a few times a month, but I hate the feeling of being forced to do anything. Blogging should be at whatever pace a writer puts themselves at. I like to write whenever the wind moves me. My life has been pretty boring, so it’s hard to find inspiration on what to write about. You guys know how that goes. Well, some of you.
Here’s a brief peek in the window of my life:
I’m currently working at Wal-Mart only temporarily due to the type of work I was hired to do. At the end of this week, I can’t wait to go to the bar and go dancing. In my spare time, I’m still making time to get in touch with my spirituality and trying to finish a book I currently started reading.
It’s uneventful, but I still push for a better job everyday.
May the Force be with You.