Does one thousand blog posts mean I have too much time on my hands?
Too much time on my hands? It's ticking away with my sanity I've got too much time on my hands It's hard to believe such a calamity I've got too much time on my hands And it's ticking away, ticking away from me
Six years. One thousand posts. It breaks down to one hundred sixty-six posts a year. It's writing something...anything...three times a week. That's a lot of throwing shit against the wall to see what sticks. Do I really have that much to say or am I just bored? Honestly, it's a little bit of both.
I do have a lot of free time. It's hard to find enough activities to fill up a single day, and then have to do it again and again and again. I've heard this from a few friends who have recently retired. They're wondering what they're going to do with the rest of their lives. They've mentioned how lucky I am to have this. I agree. Being able to sit at a computer for a few hours, a few times each week helps ease the humdrum.
But it's not just that. It can't be just that. I really do have that much to say....at least I think I do.
My mind always seems to be a buzzing. It's hard to turn it off. I hear a news event, a concert or even a normal every day life thing and wonder if I can find something funny, poignant or both about it. I think my words can make it better. Sometimes they do. Sometimes not.
Plus, there's the stories. Everyone has a multitude of stories. They might be mine or they may belong to someone I'll never meet, I love to tell stories. You can't go to a street corner and tell them, trust me, I've tried. You can type them up and publish them for people to read. Hopefully, it makes someone feel something. If it moves even one person, you've done your job. There's something powerful in that. It makes you want to do it again and again and again.
Hence one thousand blog posts.
I've known for some time that this milestone was coming up. For almost a year, I thought this was a good number to recap this experience. A good number to say good-bye. Naaaaaaaaa! Why would I want to do that? I still have a lot of time left to kill. More importantly, I still have more things to say. Probably not a thousand more, but that's what I said at number five hundred. We'll see!
So here's to throwing more shit against the wall. I hope some of them will stick.
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