As I sit here listening to Metallica at an ear-splitting level, I have a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. No, it's not the fried with cheese lunch I had. Upon closer inspection, I realize that this feeling is unfamiliar.
You know those times in your life when you should be overwhelmed, when there's too much for any one person to be able to reasonably handle, when you're holding more weight that you can swim with? You know how sometimes, if you're lucky, you feel perfectly calm and up to the task instead of weighed down with blind panic?
This is one of those times.
School. Family. New baby. Getting into this whole social networking/blogging thing. It's just too much.
Oddly, these are all things I swore I'd never do. I did better than college graduates for a while. I had no desire to have a family. Marriage? Not for me. Facebook? No thanks, I did that when we called it Chips 'n Dips. And I'm sure that there's nothing that I could contribute to the massive noise that is the blogosphere that would stand out.
Yet here I am eating all of my words. And they taste good.
You know those times in your life when you should be overwhelmed, when there's too much for any one person to be able to reasonably handle, when you're holding more weight that you can swim with? You know how sometimes, if you're lucky, you feel perfectly calm and up to the task instead of weighed down with blind panic?
This is one of those times.
School. Family. New baby. Getting into this whole social networking/blogging thing. It's just too much.
Oddly, these are all things I swore I'd never do. I did better than college graduates for a while. I had no desire to have a family. Marriage? Not for me. Facebook? No thanks, I did that when we called it Chips 'n Dips. And I'm sure that there's nothing that I could contribute to the massive noise that is the blogosphere that would stand out.
Yet here I am eating all of my words. And they taste good.
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