The hardest part about blogging is never the first day back.
The hardest part about blogging is the second day back. The second day back is so hard that it can often pre-empt the first day.
What enables a blogger to press forward?
It’s good to see you back again. Yes, I do know how long ago Sept 9th was, because I come by this site everyday. Don’t know what it is that’s challenging you, but please know that you are not alone and there are people that you don’t even know who wish you well and pray for your strength; who feel your absence when you’re MIA. Stay strong in the Lord and in the power of His might, and continue to fight the good fight. I hope to see you here again soon…. – Annette B.
If that doesn’t make you wanna get your ass up and keep grinding, what will? One of the things that motivates any blogger honest enough to say so is Blog comments.
Getting people to go to your Blog is hard enough. Getting them to Go there…and feel compelled to actually comment? It’s like adrenaline in your veins.
I got that comment at 11:02 am. At that very moment, it was without a doubt that I would be right back here today, If only to say Thank you.
I speak for bloggers everywhere when I say that people who comment on blogs are special and wonderful people who are second only to People who pay people living wages to blog things that they are passionate about.
Blog Trolls? Fuck y’all. Seriously. A Hobby would do wonders for you. A few Suggestions from me, gratis
Poisonous Phallic Consumption
Competitive Suicidal Feces Eating
Comment Spammers? Just…stop, please. Stop or join the Trolls in a new hobby.
Many of you are dragging yourselves out of bed and Cursing the weekday gods. Not the kid.
This is the most fabulous Monday I have had since The six Mondays that followed Pittsburgh Steeler Super Bowl Victories.
Actually this is far more fabulous than that, because that wasn’t really about me.
This is all about me.
I am sitting in MY chair.
In MY place.
On MY computer.
On MY schedule.
This may not seem like a big deal to you.
Perhaps, that is because you didn’t feel like you were in the most comfortable form of prison.
No. Not, my marriage. I got better sense and my momma raised me better than to speak all willy nilly on that aspect of my life.
I am talking about the prison of the mind.
The shackles that We labor under…struggle with…and surrender to every day
I spent 90 days Facing the Very demons that befell me in the autumn of 2002.
Sometimes it didn’t seem like I was going to make it.
But I am here. Bruised…Humbled…Renewed…Emboldened.
The last post on this blog was September 9.
Do you know how LONG ago that was?
Let’s just Say Cam Newton, Wade Phillips, and Brett Favre felt a great deal differently about their lives on September 9 than they do on December 13.
I am in the same boat, although I would have to say I am feeling more Newton-ish about my chances in Life than I am feeling Favre-ish.
It has been a long time. I thought many things that I wanted to write in those 94 days.
God is faithful. He preserved me.
Thank God for Second…um….Third…no…Fourth…Shit, what number chance am I on now?
Thank God for mercy.
Part of the nature of being human is that that attracts those who have been pushed down and had their lunch money taken by love is that you realize how much of a bully love is.
Love knows you need it.
Love knows that despite your superhuman feats in your career, you are predisposed to love another person, whether family or stranger.
At the very moment you believe yourself incapable of taking another step down the road that leads to love, you see something that inspires you.
You hear THAT song
You smell THAT cologne
You see THAT movie
You go to THAT restaurant
The Nostalgia rolls through like the Tide
You want that feeling again…and no memory of the pain you used to feel will overcome those instantaneous moments where it all just clicked.
You say to yourself, no.
I’m tired of losing.
I’m tired of being used and abused
I don’t NEED love to be happy.
Maybe you don’t.
But you want it…you know you do.
Because THAT feeling is singular.
You can’t fake it.
You can’t simulate it in an avalanche of sex and debauchery.
You can’t bury it under your work.
That desire will never go away.
It is what it is.
You are who you are.
Stop fighting it. It’s as natural as breathing
Just be patient and don’t try to get love to be what it isn’t or do what it can’t.
I am by my nature, a difficult person to scare. I am a father of three small to medium boys with a wife whos is as prone to shreiks of fear as she is feats of amazing mental and spiritual (and occasionally physical) strength.
As such, I dont let much shake me.
Except one thing.
The prospect of waking up at the Dawn of the Congressional Christmas break without National Health Care reform Scares the shit out of me.
But Why NOW? Health care in the US is the best in the world? (you. Shut up.)
Ok, maybe not the best but do you REALLY want the alternative?
The alternative to WHAT? ANOTHER decade of being shut out of the health care market because I have a job where I am largely paid by strangers?
Here is a secret, boys and girls…A deep, dark secret that I am taking this opportunity to share with all of you.
My youngest son has been diagnosed with sickle cell anemia. This is a fact that my wife and I knew was a very real possibility when we got married, so we didn’t really plan to have children. TFMI also had the sickle cell trait (as do Mrs. Ink and Me), so after rolling the dice successfully twice before…I wasn’t really interested in having more children, for 1000 reasons. Mrs. Ink just plain didn’t want kids.
But alack and alas, here we are. with a child who has a serious hereditary disease (how serious? The boy qualifies for Make-a-wish) and Faces a LIFETIME of medical challenges in order for him to lead a normal life.
TODAY, He is under my wife’s insurance, who as a school teacher for a large urban district in Texas, has PRETTY good insuance which is only affordable provided SHE is the only one on it.
The notion of me joining her on her insurance apparently is unpalatable to the good taxpayers of Texas, because that would send her monthly premium up 600%. Adding the boy only raised it 400%, what a bargain.
Here is the hook, My wife would like NOTHING better than to step out of the Classroom and retire to run our family business full time.
Fat effin chance of that happening until Health Care reform passes. So we wait. and watch. and pray.
Pray with us and for us, please.