Barely halfway through the month, and already I am FAIL at the daily blogging thing. Ah well. I am more laughing at myself than anything else: oh dear, I couldn't come up with one meaningful thing to say per day, how shallow ... More like I blurted out a couple of big heavy things up front, and that seems to have relieved the posting angst, and now I'm enjoying a well-earned respite into non-profundity or even silence.
And that's okay. I've got a lot of things going on in my life where there's nothing flashy going on, just putting one's nose to the grindstone and doing the work every day. Lack of crises is good. It may not make for exciting blogging, but it's good.
Who knows, I may walk into a faceful of angst tomorrow, but for now I'm feeling mellow about things, so I'm just going to enjoy that without analyzing it to death.
