Hello again! I have just started my third class for grad school and, before things heat up and get all hectic on me again, I wanted to check into the blogosphere (is that a corny old-timer colloquialism?). I have always prided myself on being “current” but I think I’m losing that battle. Take Twitter, for instance. I have no idea what the hell that is all about. What does it all mean? If I type a hash tag right now, right here and right now, does it go out to Twitter? Somebody get me my walker and my Doan’s Pills. I’m having fits just thinking about it. And what the hell is Instagram? And Pinterest? Who can keep up? I’m officially old and crotchety.
But, thankfully, I’m still sober. I manage to get to two or occasionally three meetings a week. I find that the meetings keep the boardroom in my head empty, lights off and locked up. But a couple weeks ago, the kids were off from school for a week and I did not get to any meeting. And guess who came back? My committee. The inner dialogue, the mental criticism of others and myself. The planning and planning and more planning. Oy vey. But head went right back down to size when I got back to my meetings.
I’ve noticed a few bloggers have shut down shop and moved on. I did the same last spring and then reopened again in the fall, although I also had my other blog Eight Years Later going all summer. That blog really helped me because I have a really hard time with myself in the summer. Meetings are sparse, personal space is limited and I live upstairs in my head. And my head is a looping B roll of the summer of 1986, living with a group of college friends in a small beach house and parties and summer boyfriends and beer and cigarettes and, and, and…
So to keep it together this summer, I may be squeezing blogging back into my life to keep my head on straight! It worked well for me last summer to keep me in the day and aware of my true place in time.