There was a time when I was irked about not finishing a post. Swarms of thoughts fluttered around me and not one landed on my blog.
I envy that now. It’s been what seems like an era and thirty seven minutes since I even felt like writing anything.
On the bright side though, I’m not having the PTSD (See what I did there! 😏) of writing a crappy post. See the pun there? No? Ok. Really, though?
Although, it feels like these days life’s busy getting crammed into pockets of time and being shipped off to the past faster than I have time to stop, think, breathe or write. If this is now, what’s the North Star? Ugh. North Star? Really? I write a post after an era and a forty five minutes and that’s what I came up with? North Star? Even my word choices feel corporate these days.
Still don’t see that subtle pun? Just checking.
Ok, thirties, we are a bit south of a great start. And by a bit, I mean a lot. For starters, just the sheer enormity of that number. Work your magic and give me something worthy to write about, God damn it!
Ok, any luck with the pun yet?
And so, as I navigate through the uneventful nothingness in a spectacularly average way, I managed to write a whole post about all the nothing that’s brimming over in my life right now. Great! This is what it has come to.
And seriously, how can one miss an ingenious stroke of absolute genius? The pun is right there!
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