Working on a Promise...

So it dawned on me this morning in the bathroom (I think about things A LOT) that part of the reason why I am so inconsistent with my posting is that during the week, I get sucked into the crap at my job. So when I get home in the evening, the only thing I want to do is pop the top on my brain, let it ooze out and not think about anything beyond how long I can pick my nose toes.

All of the interesting stuff really happens on the weekends. Like this weekend when we got the tractor. I have some GREAT pictures of that as well as some video, but have I put it up here for you to enjoy? NO! Because I can't manage to work beyond the 8th level of tired during the week to edit some pictures and think of clever little things to say about the goings on at the farm...and for that I am sorry. I'm not sure how many more times I will apologize for my ineptness. Maybe one day I will get over it and post regularly. Perhaps we could just look at it as an adventure to see if I can even consistantly manage to do this. Who's up for an adventure?

It could be like a "Choose Your Own Adventure" book, which by the way...just to give you an insight to my personality, my grandmother and I used to plot those books out on huge pieces of paper taped together to visually see the outcomes. Perhaps...now you can understand. Maybe that's why it is so hard for me to do things that are ongoing? Like journaling/blogging, etc. If I can't plot it out and see a definite course, I don't want to play, I get discouraged and I give up. Well, I have a HUGE newsflash for myself...IT ALL HAS THE SAME ENDING!!!! Wow...that was pretty deep. So, what I'm saying then is that all those motivational posters are right...it's not the destination, it's the journey. Holy crap...this blogging thing is like therapy.

I should send myself a bill.