I like blogging. It’s therapeutic to write and share, but there are some days when I’ve just got nothing. Do I write about my work, my family, my boyfriend, my dog? I wondered around the house today trying to figure out what to write about, and nothing.
I have a friend who blogs every single day and always has something interesting to share. How is that possible? I almost wrote about my trip to market and how much laundry I have. Who can do this every day and not run out of things to say?
That I am writing a blog, about not having anything to write about, is both pathetic and fantastic. It’s my Seinfeld moment. A blog about nothing. Rather than stress about it any longer, I am going to go make dinner and cut myself some slack.
If my next blog is about what we had for dinner, shoot me.
Love and peace.