Fail

I fail at blogging. Like, hardcore. I haven't been on this thing in months and I have at least 5 posts that I have sitting in my drafts folder (is that what it's called? A drafts folder? See what I mean, I don't know anything about this!) that I have yet to either finish or edit or both. I don't know why I do it, think I can post something awesome and get all riled up for it and then just stop in the middle. Further, I don't understand why I think I'm going to come back to the drafts and add onto it even though I was talking about it months ago and have probably forgotten about it and have most definitely moved past it. Maybe I'll just post them all so they won't feel so bad, sitting there all alone in that drafts containing device. Well, I guess they're not alone either, since I just said I have 5 that I didn't post. Details, details.

But, then I think, why should I post them? I know with 100% confidence that I'm a seriously changed and different person than when I wrote those other posts. Do I really want to look back at that? It's not like I was posting that I was kicking puppies and taking candy from children and climbing in people's windows, snatching their people up, but still. I'm different now.

But, again, on the flipside (I think that's right. It's a three sided coin from my perspective), it's not always super bad to look back on who I was and realize how awesome it is that I'm where I am now, looking at the leaps and bounds of progress I've made. Maybe I didn't make it evident in the posts I may share, but I'm sure if you read between the lines, you may discover something.

Okay, well, that's it. I mean, I'm pretty sure no one reads this anyway, but I like to think that someone, somewhere, has a vast amount of knowledge about me because of this blog. And I can't disappoint them.

Even though it's a little creepy.