I’ve spent the last thirty minutes trying to dream-up something to blog about. And I’m going to be honest – I’ve got nothing. Crickets over here. Absolutely nothing. The weird part is that I feel guilty about it. I feel guilty about not posting on my own blog – like I just skipped class or something. WTF?!? Why do I do this to myself? I turn something that’s supposed to be fun and relaxing into a nagging obligation. It’s SOOO me. I have this innate ability to turn any task stressful because I can’t possibly miss an opportunity to put pressure on myself. Sometimes, there just isn’t anything to blog about. No need to stress about it.
This is me. I’m neurotic – I can’t help it.