Must. Write. Blog

Personal Essay

Must. Write. Blog. . . .

I think, for me, one of the most difficult things is self-discipline. I am too much of a free spirit. I do not like to be tied down. It’s okay if someone tells me to do something—like for class or for work, but left on my own—well, that is another story.

That is why writing a blog is important. It kind of forces me to write something. There, staring at me every day is the little icon, with my blog’s name on it.

It’s not as if I have nothing to say. Ask anyone. I have opinions. I am to be listened to. If only word of my well reasoned arguments can reach the masses, then maybe things will change. (Maybe my dogs can figure out how to open the front door and “go potty”, all by themselves too! They can just bark and we will let them back in.)

Part of the problem is that there are so many other things to do. Maybe, these aren’t the best things to do, such as watching TV. or surfing the ‘net, but they do manage to control a lot of time.

They say that the world is filled with good intentions. People often seem to live unfulfilled lives.

Yet, some folks are focused and disciplined. They have learned how to manage their time, plan their activities and accomplish their tasks. I am sure that these people must feel happy, but too often those who are driven seem unable to relax, smell the coffee, and enjoy some pointless show on TV.

Mom is like that. She does not slow down. But she is not unhappy. She enjoys her activities, and although she rarely watches TV. –especially when there is work to be done, and there is always work to be done! She does relax, with family and friends.
In short, mom likes to keep busy.

Sometimes it drove me nuts. “Geez, mom, I’ll do the dishes, but let me see this show first!” Eventually she’d relent and before I went to bed, I would finish the chores.

I guess I am still like that! (Sigh) My wife knows that I will do the dishes, and whatever, but first, I need to do this, or do that.

I think I will always battle this desire for freedom and responsibility. I am a rebel in that way; don’t tell me to do something for I may not.

I am also a dreamer—I like to think, and this thinking (er, dreaming) takes a lot of time. It can not be rushed. Like grilling meat, it is best to let it cook nice and slow, otherwise part of it is too done and part is not done enough. Yet, at some point, it’s time to take the food off the grill and move on to the next step. Dang it’s hard—I mean too well done!