Dear Whoever ( If You Still Give A Hoot )
Dear Whoever ( If You're Still There ):
Sorry it's been so long. Turns out I can't possibly write a blog entry every day. Too many other things to do. Play with kid. Teach kid ABCs. Be horribly ill. Read stuff. Play video games. Play other games. Learn stuff. (Like XTML and RSS feed stuff so that eventually I can put a dang podcast up and bore a handful of people with my vocalized opinions and bits of theatre.)
That being said, this is an entry and it has only been about a week ( assuming I get this up today ). So, what finally got me revved up enough to write this ( very ) apologetic blah-blah-blah. Mr. James Lileks. He of the Bleat and the Diner and the Minneapolis Star Tribune ( or whatever it's called ). I got up this morning feeling horribly sorry for myself. ( Weepingly, terrifyingly, awfully, what--is--life--worth sorry for myself, if you must know the truth. ) I actually cried for about ten minutes, while I loaded up the old Favorites list on IE. Went straight to lileks.com and the 1997 archives of The Bleat and instantly felt like a blooming idiot.
That line ( on /04974 ) about those kids "walking through paradise, and all they can think to do is throw rocks at the birds" really got to me. Here I am. It's summer-time. I have a cute kid. We have a mulberry tree across the field from us and all I can think is how lousy my life "used" to be before the kid and feel sorry for the things I missed in my youth. I might not have done the things I should've done when I was 21, but I can still do most of those things now and I can do all the things a 30-ish stay--at--home mom who wants to be a writer and a voice-over artist should and can do. I can play with my kid. I can teach her her ABCs. I can work on the podcast. I can chase the kid with the water hose. I can water the flowers. I can go pick mulberries. I can write a page ( or a sentence, or a paragraph ) for the new book. Basically, I can stop feeling sorry for myself and live my life. Truthfully, that's what www.lileks.com/bleats does for me. It revs me up to go on and live my life. How? Because he lives his life and isn't ashamed or afraid to let anybody ( you know --- those possible anybodies who populate the internet ) know it.
P. S. ( For all of you who really need a good cry and just a day of feeling sorry for yourself --- and we all need that sometimes --- don't go to www.lileks.com. You won't make it five minutes without cheering up and getting on with your life. )
Signed, With My Deepest Apologies,
T. D. Taylor
