There really is only so much ranting/bitching/bemoaning you can do without being a real drag, so I generally just chose to shut up. Virtually, that is - the real life life does not get such tender treatment. Ahem.
The conflict originates because while I want to write on my blog, I feel less than inspired and so Debby Downer that I don't. So in truly mature adult fashion, I decide that it must be the blog's fault. See? Method to the madness.
The point is that the truth is that I write this blog because I like the interaction with other people, the voice it gives me, and because it provides a sort of history for my family. I wish I was driven like some to write for it's own sake, but I'm not. Those are the folks who can also keep a journal, which I cannot even think about doing without laughing at myself.
I walk a very fine line between being proud and being honest but I'm working on that. Stick with me - I'll get back in the groove soon. Promise.