I was never a big fan of "my birthday" because I have never enjoyed being "the center of attention." I'm not afraid of it, and I'm not shy... it just feels like a distasteful selfishness.
Do I feel this way because I am a Nine? Is this a manifestation that "being seen" somehow requires "effort" on my behalf? Can't get that to fit, entirely... since being the center of attention generally involves everyone else "doing the doing," not me.
I checked in here and realized that it had been a long time since I last looked at this blog.
Then I decided that I was not going to beat myself up and start "shoulding" on myself because I'd failed to keep up with it. I decided that I was going to be "OK" with just updating as it occurred to me, and as I had something to share.
I have subscribed (and unsubscribed!) to a lot of blogs over the years... blogs that became "stale" because their owners had an obsession with "publishing daily," while only having enough interesting and worthwhile content to publish once every 7-10 days.
Our world is obsessed with schedules and with time... but sometimes the quality and relevance of "content" seems lost in the mix.
I'm NOT going to sit down here and write an entry that goes "It's Tuesday and I have no insights. The grass outside my window needs mowing and the wind it from the east. I went to the bathroom at 8:30, and I have had two cups of coffee today."
Who cares?
Not I...
If anyone ever subscribes to this, part of the "package" is that they may get three updates in three days, and then no updates in three months.
