It occurs to me (when reading the statistics that blogger provides to blog authors) that nobody reads this. I can't say I blame them, for the sporadic and rare updates. I can't say I blame them, for the uninspired content, either.
One of my least interesting posts had 88 reads. Some of my best--ok, it's a relative thing--maybe 2 or 3.
I have a "real" journal that will never find its way to the Internet, where I process my thinking and emotion for my own eyes only. And, I regularly write and publish (letters, newsletters, etc.) to a specific audience (like, say the parents of students at my school, for example).
What is this blog--not private, but not really public, either--all about? It is not, as discussed in a previous post, a travelogue, as it was maybe originally intended.
I don't know.
But, here it is, for whatever it's worth.
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Friday, July 6, 2012
Life is good
Let's not forget that life is good.
I'm not preaching to you but to me. I've been grumpy lately. Short tempered. My wife has taken to quoting a pop song at me: "someday, I'll be living' in a big old city; all you're ever gonna be is mean." I'm not mean, really I'm not. Ask anybody. Except my family I guess. If I'm honest with myself as I reflect, yeah, well, I've been short tempered, impatient, and harsh.
It's just that I've been getting wrapped up in my often stressful job, and the safe place to "let my guard down" is at home. That's not fair, and it's not right. What happens is I forget that opening sentence. Lose perspective in the moment.
Life is good. Here I am, in a hotel outside of Paris, gearing up for a relaxing/exciting weekend, sitting poolside enjoying a beverage, watching my family splash around. Just back from a wonderful week in Rome, which will get its own blog post. Sure there are a variety of crises and situations awaiting my return to work in a few days. Sure some of them are increasingly urgent. Sure my aforementioned "wronged" family does things (or rather, individual family members do things) that rightfully frustrate and drive me crazy. I just need to remember, and everything will be fine. More than fine.
Because life is short, and, life is good.
I'm not preaching to you but to me. I've been grumpy lately. Short tempered. My wife has taken to quoting a pop song at me: "someday, I'll be living' in a big old city; all you're ever gonna be is mean." I'm not mean, really I'm not. Ask anybody. Except my family I guess. If I'm honest with myself as I reflect, yeah, well, I've been short tempered, impatient, and harsh.
It's just that I've been getting wrapped up in my often stressful job, and the safe place to "let my guard down" is at home. That's not fair, and it's not right. What happens is I forget that opening sentence. Lose perspective in the moment.
Life is good. Here I am, in a hotel outside of Paris, gearing up for a relaxing/exciting weekend, sitting poolside enjoying a beverage, watching my family splash around. Just back from a wonderful week in Rome, which will get its own blog post. Sure there are a variety of crises and situations awaiting my return to work in a few days. Sure some of them are increasingly urgent. Sure my aforementioned "wronged" family does things (or rather, individual family members do things) that rightfully frustrate and drive me crazy. I just need to remember, and everything will be fine. More than fine.
Because life is short, and, life is good.
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