- Blogging for me is an outlet of sorts. I spend my days typing other people's thoughts (I'm a medical transcriptionist) and have found my poor little brain falling asleep, a cranial atrophy of sorts. I don't know if that is a real word. Cut me some slack. I work in cardiology. This allows my brain to exercise and hopefully discover what it's really capable of. This is both positive and negative because while it truly feels good, it means I add a couple of hours to my "work day".
- I, personally, don't see why it's different to spend some time on my ass at the computer, or do the same in front of the TV. I guess TV can be spent, even quietly, with the family, while computer time is a solo "activity". Regardless, my family insists on harassing me over it. "Where's Mom?" "Where do you think? At the computer, of course." When it actually turns out I'm doing dishes or laundry, or working at the computer. I've told them all that if I'm going to be accused of it, well then by God, that's what I'll do. That'll teach them. lol
- Blogging is my escape from my reality. I can come on here and laugh at your stories, or my own, which my husband thinks is a little silly, but, yes, I truly do laugh at myself. Or I can write about the ups and downs that are my life (I have a teenage daughter with anger issues!), and you can choose to read and leave, read and comment, or shake your head and with a single click remove me from your life. That is your choice and I'm okay with that. I do hope that you give me a second chance if you come on a downer day, because those, at least on my blog, are few and far between.
- My regular stuff isn't getting done like it should. I used to crank up the music and spend some time on my house. Not very often, but I would do it. Now, cleaning is a race. With my little one in school, I'm determined to get on top of some of this mess. You know, the baseboards and top shelves, the grime in the corners, and the slobber on the walls. (What? You don't have slobber on your walls? You must not have a 180 pound English Mastiff who can shower you with one shake of his head. But, while you may be thankful for that, you also don't have him snuggled at your feet wherever you go, because he just happens to love you THAT much. And not just anyone will get near MY feet, folks!) I am getting it done, but it's not that relaxed, feel good kind of cleaning that feels more like therapy than anything else. Besides blogging, that is.
- I tend to get in my moods where I hide from the world. Thankfully I have a few good friends who are very accepting of my ways. I gain weight, I go into hiding. I feel overwhelmed, I go into hiding. Well, little did you know, until now, that I am hiding in your posts, and my own. I am capable of hiding anywhere, be it a good book, the TV, Walmart, but it's just more fun with all of you.
Be sure to come back tomorrow for some Wordful Wednesday, hosted by Angie!