Some of these posts suck.
Really, they do.
Of the things I’ve learned in the past year or so, one of the most important ones is that there are times when you really just need to cut the crap and be honest. So I’m just throwing it out there…not all of these posts are top-notch. Sometimes I’ll start writing and be super into it, and by the end, I don’t really know where I am, how I got there, or how to get out. Yet I like some of what I wrote, so I’ll post it anyway. I don’t feel bad about it, or feel the need to apologize, I’d just like to acknowledge that it happens. This is a blog, not a published book. Ugliness is bound to happen on here.
That being said, there are other posts that I get done with and I’m just like…YES. Nailed it. Words showed up in the right places, thoughts flowed coherently, (at least my brand of coherent) and I end up really pleased with what I’ve written. I almost wish I could rate the posts to give people a heads up. “This one is pretty ok, probably worth your time! Read it!” Other ones might say, “I kinda lost it on this one. Read only if you really don’t have anything better to do. As in, now would be a good time to think long and hard about how clean your sock drawer is, and maybe do something about it.” (Perhaps I’m being a bit harsh towards myself, but hey, at least I can admit that some of my stuff kinda blows.)
Still, a rating system such as that would probably dissuade folks from reading certain posts, and who knows? They might think those ones I deem not-so-great are solid gold. It’s hard to know what people want or need to hear at any given time. Maybe my ramblings make more sense to someone else than they do to me.
So I suppose that’s why I post the sucky ones. There’s no good reason not to…the words don’t do anyone any good if they sit around rotting. Maybe my rotting is someone else’s ripe.
Til next time…