For the last week or so I have been doing some contemplating, and I have discovered that I have been royally screwing up a lot lately.
I've caught myself taking this blogging thing entirely too seriously.
I mean I am spending so much time thinking about what I can blog about that I forget to actually have a life, a real one, where there isn't a computer within sight 100% of the time. It's ridiculous!
If I am not fiddling around with the blog then I am on Facebook or checking my e-mail or contemplating what I can tell you all about. Then I realize that I actually have to do stuff in order to have anything to write about.
When did this blogging thing start becoming a job?
It hasn't. It just feels like it.
So, I have a new motto, which those of you that follow me on Facebook already know. That new motto is "If it feels like a job, you're doing it all wrong!"
No, it isn't exactly replacing my old motto, which is "Nut up or Shut Up!" I am still keeping that one around. I'm just adding this new one as a reminder to myself of what's really important and that being a parent isn't a job despite the claims of many that it's "the hardest job you'll ever love."
Parenting is just part of life...for me anyway, and life isn't a job is it?
I guess it could be to some people, but not to me.
Blogging is also not a job to me.
I started out just looking for something to do while the kid slept, and I wanted to do something that kept my brain active since Sudoku just wasn't cutting it anymore.
So, I started writing some stuff down, and eventually this blog came about. I remember telling myself at the beginning that the moment it stops being entertaining to me I'll stop because, hey, it's not like I am making any money from it.
Well, somewhere along the way I forgot about that vow because I haven't stopped, and I don't intend to...not yet anyway.
But, I do need to make a change because I am missing out on something pretty damn great!
What's missing in this photo?
My beautiful family is out and about having all sorts of fun, and where am I?
Behind a freakin' camera thinking about how to incorporate this photo into my blog. Not cool!
Instead of sharing the moment with them I am a spectator, watching it happen.
Well, one of my parents, I don't recall which one at the moment, once told me that life wasn't a spectator sport, and I am just figuring out what the hell that means now, 15-20 years later.
Man, I am a dope!
I owe my family one helluvan apology!
Something's gotta change. I can't afford to miss out on any more moments like these anymore.