I've been horrible about posting lately and I know it.
I'm quite proud of the tribute to Joseph Lostrangio and I'm very pleased with the story about a great save we made but other than that there's not much "there" here.
So it's time to change things up. Part of the reason that I haven’t posted about interesting work things is that some of them are… well… works in progress. I've learned a lot about CIT and mental health the last month or so but it's always hard to learn on real people and sometimes there are bumps in the road. I'll explain specifically at another time. Let's just say I've had a lot on my plate.
First change: No more Blog Tenants. None of my regular readers (bless you who are left because the numbers have dwindled somewhat) seemed to like the introduction / interruption of hyping my newest tenant. Plus I don't have nearly the visitors anymore to be a good landlord.
I will plug blogs which I discover and appreciate. Not with any regularity, just as they come up. I'm not a blog reviewer but there are some definite shout-outs that are required periodically.
I’m considering starting another blog for my polymer clay things. Not because they merit their own space but so pictures of goofy clay things don't clutter up the main Panic objective.
But then again, what is the main Panic objective?
I don’t discuss my anxiety disorder much if at all. It's controlled and is a non-issue for me except that I want folks to know that it could happen to them and that there is help.
I could try to split everything into sections and have a blog for each one but … well, what do you think?
I write these things for me but I also write them to share them with others. Is the running diary approach working?
The way I see it, life itself is a mélange. The only possible way to find a through-line is through the art of writing or telling stories which build upon each other. And sometimes there is no through-line. Sometimes the real fun is the tangent and the boring part is the tale as a whole.
And I loves me some tangents.
So what am I trying to say or to ask of you as the reader?
Don't know. That's the best part of blogs. There is no rule about making the least bit of sense.
It occurs to me that life itself has no rule about making sense either, which is as good a place as any to end this post.