Saturday, March 04, 2006

I've been milling about the house today, doing various odds and ends, making a pot of my not-so-world famous chili, putting eye drops into an infected with pink eye daughter's eye, threatening to take away her Black Eyed Peas concert tickets and my son's Ministry concert tickets if they didn't get along and get their nuclear mess of a room cleaned, and doing laundry, all the while pondering the thought of ditching this blog and transferring everything within in it's confines into a more personal setting, i.e.: my new notebook, or at least, into a new and improved, undisclosed blog where I would become one of the many faithful blogging faceless.
I don't know.
I... just... don't... know.
I know I need to keep writing because it has helped me immensely in releasing the daily pressures of my life. As well, it allows me the privilege of speaking my mind without the slightest concern for recourse. In short, it has become a virtual best friend of sorts in that the computer listens but never speaks.
So I find myself asking myself the elusive question: What do I do?
I have no fucking idea.
I really don't.
Will my disappearance solve my problems? Maybe. Probably not. Will I find some unknown happiness in return to my self-abusive roots? Definitely not, but it sounds like it might be worth a try. Will I be satisfied with where I am internally versus where I could be? I wish I had the answer to that. I really do.


Blogger Juanita J. Sanchez said...

I hope you stick around, but you gotta do what's best for you. In my opinion, the feedback of others makes it real.

7:28 PM  

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