Blog or Die

So it’s really come to this? It’s 1:30am on a Sunday night and I should be in bed asleep so I can start the week fresh, or be ready to get up should the kid have a midnight freakout. But I’m not, I’m here at my my desk staring at my laptop for the past hour, wondering what the fuck I can write about? How the fuck I can get back on the blogging train? It’s been six months and I haven’t posted shit. I like blogging. It’s soothing. It’s therapeutic. It’s a creative outlet that frankly at this point in my life I don’t necessarily have. I’m a director now. I’m a big idea man. I get to come up with great big wacky strategies but I don’t have the luxury of rolling my sleeves up and getting down and dirty with their creation. That’s what my team does for me. Lucky fuckers. This might be my last shot. This blog. Keep it going. Keep writing. Keep thinking. Keep it personal. Make it myself, for myself, and for anyone who cares to listen. Especially for my kids. So one day they’ll know who I am, or who I was. Not like I’ll be dead, but I won’t be me now then, I’ll be me then then. It sounds desperate cos it is. I was onto a good thing with my blog. It was fun and it was a creative outlet that I desperately needed. But like the asshole that I am and the curse that I was given I over analyze everything, to the point of not being able to hit publish. When you blog you gotta hit publish. You gotta say enough is enough and just put it out there. There’s some stat about how artists are unable to finish most of their work, and when they die their estate finds hundreds of unfinished paintings. Same with words I guess. I read dozens of awesome blogs everyday and they’re so inspiring, and you know what they just have one or two lines, a paragraph at most, accompanied with an image. They just say ‘hey world how ya doing? Check out this sweet image I came across, this is what makes me happy today, this is what inspires me’. I need to be more like that. Less analyzing. Less words. More inspiration and less perspiration as they say. Sometimes I’ll write some deep shit, but most times I’ll just throw up a picture and say this makes me happy, this inspires me, this keeps me keeping on. We’ll see.