Returned With Questions

Welcome home. It so happens, when you least expect me, I show up. When you think I’m gone, I pop up. Well, let me put this straight again honey, I did not come back for you, you or you pretty young lady. You could not get me to come back if you got me a thousand comments on my previous post and yeah, obviously that is a lie.

So why am I here today? Guess what? Sunny day, lights are out, batteries’ running out. Sounds familiar? Same reason you are reading this right? Yeah, I know. We are in sync, right? Okay, okay, okay, enough with the question marks, let’s do something else.

Coming back to write was a royal pain in the behind actually more than I would like to admit. Gosh, the number of times I tried to sit on my beautiful backside to complete this piece but had other things to do. And what is that thing? That, when you actually have a task to complete, everything else seems so attractive and more important. It’s as if the universe conspires to put a shine on everything. Hell, doing assignments on my own seemed a more interesting prospect than completing an article and I never even attempt assignments.

 I just copy and submit like the rest of you. So what’s it that makes these ADIDOS shoes any more acceptable than the other horrible imitations? What is making people buy KEWE polish when the other imitations are as terribly named? Why can I not complete a single article but successfully rename almost a zillion downloaded videos and songs? What makes the important things so difficult to do?

I remember four articles ago when I started writing. The enthusiasm was boundless. The speed to complete an article, post it and wait for the comments was neck-breaking. I lost my virginity to writing and this obsession of mine became a bore. Typing “welcome home” used to give me orgasms, now it does not even get a moan.

I know you strange folks relate to this in terms of your relationships, jobs, goals, aspirations, obsessions, duties or other strange things I cannot care about. But hey, with myself I am beginning to find other things to take the place of enthusiasm. I’m finding new purpose and drive. I’m finding motivation on a daily. Think I’m going to keep this up for longer than I originally thought.

 The important things seem so unpleasant till we tackle them. Try doing something you actually need to do kin, and see it all come to you. Try slide-tackling a big issue and see everything come together. Do something kin, quit putting it off and give it a try. Will be waiting on this end for the abuse if you should fail (yeah, like you would even give me a wink if all goes well). I’m rooting for you. Just saying, I am back and pushing, and so should you.