Tiny Pieces of Depression

Every time I try to clean up around here, I find bits of paper covered with ideas for blog posts that I never finished and published. Some are full sheets of paper, that have most of the post fleshed out, and would only need a bit of editing (plus typed, of course. Not always as easy a matter as it sounds depending on how arthritic I feel that day, but not exactly an insurmountable obstacle.)

I have no doubt there are at least 100 posts laying around here that never materialized. Some are dated by the time I see them again and get thrown out right away. Others, though, are timeless, or at least will be so until we live in a perfect world. ha ha.

Often I start writing enthusiastically, then I tell myself, "You know, no one reads your blog anyway. This is a waste of time." Typically, I have no clue what else I'd be doing with that time, but tell myself it's a waste anyway. That's just how depressed logic goes.

But I realize, hey, you've just outlined for yourself a good reason why you don't have much readership- hello- not many posts.

So...

I am going to resurrect from the heap what I still feel is relevant, whether I wrote it a week ago or 5 years ago.

Have fun.