We should all follow our wildest dreams, shouldn’t we, people?
OK, maybe not if our wildest dreams involve abandoning our ten children and moving to Antarctica. Or maybe if our wildest dreams involve the seven deadly sins. (If I could remember what they were, I’d alert us about them.)
But if our wild dreams are more innocent–more ordinary–within reach–we should follow them, shouldn’t we?
My wildest dream was to write.
And write I did! Wa-hoo! How many years now? Losing track already. Four, five years in the blogging world? I wrote my pants off, sisters. I wrote every kind of blog imaginable, brothers. Rarely predictable. Sometimes a photo blog, sometimes a humor blog, sometimes a nature blog, sometimes a spiritual blog, sometimes, well you get the drift.
No, no, don’t panic (or sigh in relief!) I am not quitting. It’s been too fun to quit. Tut, tut, don’t even think it.
But I have a dream, OK, maybe not like Martin Luther King, but a dream nonetheless.
I want to be a once-a-week blogger. A mature blogger. A thoughtful blogger. Not a spur-of-the-moment-churning-out-a-blog-from-the-typing-fingers-every-day.
Never—errr–rarely–editing. OK, maybe three minutes of editing, tops.
Never really thinking about what one wants to say or portray. Certainly not mature and thought out. More like letting the typing fingers have their way. Go fingers! Do what you want to! I will try to live with the results…just don’t get too wild & crazy.
(“What would wild & crazy be, Miss Kathy?” asks the typing fingers.
“You know,” I reply.
“No, I don’t,” the fingers type back.
“I’m not having this discussion with you,” I retort. “You know what’s acceptable and what’s not. And that title you chose is really on the edge of acceptable.”
“Are you firing me?” the typing fingers type.
“No, you are still useful,” I insist. “I do love you. But we are hiring an overseer. No, maybe that’s too much a slavery word. We are employing a larger perspective that does not necessarily involve stream-of-consciousness writing.”
“Forrver?” sighs one finger, slipping in between the “e” and “r”. **and of course we can’t edit that word in spell-check because the fingers are pouting.**
“No, heavens no!” I adamantly declare, “Since when is anything forever? We are only attempting this mature grownup once-a-week blog until–how about–Summer Solstice? Once a week until June 20th. Mostly because all good projects should begin or end on the Solstice or Equinox. Remember the outdoor bog? We began that on the Winter Solstice, didn’t we?”
“skgfhieourepiubjlbjvkj,” mumble the typing fingers.)
Back to the mature initiative. Once a week. Like the grownup bloggers.
I am going to start next week. April 23rd shall be the beginning of this dream.
Because today is simply too soon to begin something as wild & crazy as following one’s latest blogging dream. One needs to mentally and emotionally prepare for such a unprecipitated move. Besides, I already have a blog or two or six planned or unplanned for this week. So next week it shall begin.
My heart beats faster already! Oh, folks, what shall this blogger do with her time? Shall she go on spiritual retreat for nine weeks? Shall she take long walks in the woods? (What are you talking about, Kathy? You already take long walks in the woods. You are always meditating.)
I shall perhaps go sit under a tree for nine weeks, except on the days when the mature urges strike. (Are you forgetting your jobs, m’dear? The six million chores? Your Nurse Kathy obligations?)
Maybe I will take mature photos all week long and only show you the GOOD ones (versus the ones that I like, whether they are good or not. That’s what mature photographers do. They only show their in-focus magnificent shots. Of course this may mean you will not see ANY photography from this one, as the camera rarely agrees to a magnificent shot, darn it, camera, get on the ball!)
Just think, you regular readers! You can now get caught up on Kathy’s posts. You don’t have to fall behind. Better yet, I will have time to read YOUR blogs. (If the tree lets me go, that is.) I will be able to thoughtfully respond to comments without falling behind. Yes! It’s SUCH a good idea!
So, how exciting! Another dream about to be fulfilled. I KNOW I can be a mature once-a-week blogger. Can’t I? Please tell me I can do this. Please. I SO want to do this. Please don’t let me fall back on my daily ways. Please don’t tell me I’m too impulsive to fulfill this deep desire.
Email support if you fear I’m wavering! Send cards and letters saying, “You can do this. You can fulfill your blogging dreams. You, too, can be a mature once-a-week blogger. You’ll feel so satisfied when you accomplish this task, when your heart finally smiles in delight and you stand proudly at the Summer Solstice and proclaim:
I’VE DONE IT! I’VE GROWN UP! I CAN BE A WEEKLY BLOGGER IF I WANT! WA-HOO!”