Am I interested to write about this topic? Or am I quickly bored with it? Is there a story that I would like to share about it? Or is it a whim and fancy to mention on my blog and preserve it here so that I do not forgot about it? When will I read it again or act upon it? If the answer is never to both those questions, then why bother preserving it here? So many interesting blogs that I have written over the past few years and I have not revisited them. Maybe I should cull my blogs to find some nuggets. My nuggets are fragmented in these bursts of activity. Why have I not consolidated them? Do I lack the conviction to compile them into a collection of useful thoughts that will help others?
Well, at any rate, I am baring my soul on this topic with considerable interest (and frustration, I might add). Wait, wait, it is not all bad. In the sharing of my feelings, I feel authentic and liberated and the writing is continuing to flow. This is a good thing. I may be on to something here! I am interested in my chagrin about my fragmented thoughts in my blogs. It is clearly a self love of some perverted form. Self love nonetheless. Thank you for this moment of chagrin and thank you for reading, if you are reading, I mean.