A month ago today, my cell, doubling as my alarm clock–it’s so multifaceted and talented–rang three times, at ten minute intervals. For the first time, I fell back to sleep and would have missed my plane, but there was a problem with the car the car service was sending. I woke up to find both my regular phone and my cell in my hands—can’t imagine the conversations I had.
Yes I was so excited by my vacation (or physically and emotionally exhausted) that I began cursing because I did make the plane.
So began a month where I was in various stages of sickness, surgery, and healing, all month.
I’m better now, but need a few days to get myself back on track. To where I don’t know, but back on track sounds good.
I loved my blog. Still do, though I haven’t been at my best recently. Maybe being in various stages of sick, trying to keep my life going, and my blog together are just a wee bit overwhelming.
Especially since I became involved in the formation of two team blogs that I never mention by name in my blog, but constantly plug anyway.
Haven’t been great at getting back to people outside of the members of said blogs, and a few others.
I will. But it might take some time.
When I began blogging I thought of it a fun way to practice writing.
Had no idea of the intrigue, the personalities, the way blogging becomes not just a writing obsession, but a skin need, and a community with all the good parts and the bad parts of real life.
It’s like playing the Sims but with real people, real fires, real killings–verbally, please. The buildings are still being refined, along with the community.
How do we communicate? With whom do we talk? Not talk to? Play nicely with? Grab toys from? Give toys to?
I would love to be in grad school, and doing a thesis on “Blogging as a Community.” Not–let me make this clear–as a substitute for real life–because nothing substitutes for real life–but it does take on all these real life dimensions of its own.
We can create persona’s, pretend to be people we aren’t. Or that’s the fear most people who don’t blog have.
I believe that peoples true personas tend to be exaggerated; the warts show more when a person blogs frequently.
I don’t see how a person could keep up a fake persona every day, but I tend to see the best in people, and have faith in inherent goodness.
That could be my best quality and my worst all in one.
I need to end my month of hell, and go restart my life.
The life that isn’t a Syms game.
The life in which I actually interact with people face-to-face, and not on computer or on the phone.
I’m about to push the re-start button and go into real life mode.
I wish me luck.
Because I’m me, I also give myself the right to clarify my posts and/or change my mind.