“Problems cannot be solved at the same level of awareness that created them.” – Albert Einstein

I have been on a blog sabbatical.

I can tell you that it’s because things have been hellishly busy at work. (They have.)

I can tell you that I am in a mid-life crisis, where the past four years have dismantled everything I know to be true and I am trying to figure out where to go in the rebuild.  (Also true.)

I can tell you that many of the things that are swirling in my head trying to get out are on my personal list of “things-that-must-not-be-blogged-about”.  (They are.)

But basically I have not blogged because the sum total of my world at this moment is the conflicting combination of self-loathing and personal satifaction at having consumed an entire order of Sonic Onion Rings in a hormonally-driven perimenopausal salt-and-grease bacchanalia.

And frankly, while I am certain I can make some kind of metaphysical conversation about that if I really try hard,  I think the audience for that kind of thing is rather narrow.

July 13th, 2009 at 3:10 pm
6 Responses to “The real reason”
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    jodifur Says:

    email me anytime if to want to talk. I’m here.

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    kytte Says:

    Dude, I SO get the Sonic situation. I occasionally fall prey to the foot long chili cheese coney. Self loathing/ satisfaction indeed. Trying to out run the hormones…..Love Kytte

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    OS Says:

    I think I am that audience, and only wish I were more narrow . . . my drug of choice has become bacon cheddar fries from Hardees. Grotesquely satisfying.

    Nobody’s tougher or smarter than you. And so much more than that, too.

    Much love, Sara

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    And hot. She’s also hot.


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    Deirdre Says:


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    Sheila Says:

    “hormonally-driven perimenopausal salt-and-grease bacchanalia.”

    That sentence right there is precisely why you must blog, that turn of a phrase is so much better than, “my life sucks so I ate bad food” (not that your life sucks, but some days it seems we just spend the day dodging the stink holes of crap that come barreling out of the sky and hurtle themselves at our feet.