After a mixed-result attempt at some sleep, I made a decision about how I write my blog.
First of all I am no longer going to include “Dreamer’s World” and the date in the title. I’m sure that everyone knows which blog they happen to be reading at the time. The date is superfluous as well because most of the time I include my daily picture of Snoopy And The Gang anyway.
Making this change seems like such a big deal to me, but that is because I have written with the old style for more than 10 years. This is my blog and I can do whatever I want with it. Honestly, it feels like I am starting a brand new blog with this entry.
There are much worse ways to feel about writing my blog. I can definitely deal with this pleasant experience and make the best of it.
It was kindly pointed out to me that I published two posts this morning with the wrong date on them. I attribute these mistakes to my chronic insomnia and how it is affecting my memory functions. I have written this blog in a journal/diary format for years, but this was the first time I remember making such an obvious mistake.
I have been awake since 0200 this morning and I am really punch-drunk right now. As soon as I finish this entry with the correct date, I am going to shower and then go back to bed.
Sometimes the simplest things we see escape our attention until we actively take the time to look and let our thoughts run free.
This houseplant has been with Hal and I for almost our entire 20 years together. It has been potted and repotted multiple times and at least a dozen portions of the plant have become independent and thrived either with us, or as gifts to friends.
The plant has survived attempts by The Stooges to nibble it to death, it has endured many moves through the years, and it has brought a sense of calm and beauty to wherever we have lived. This houseplant certainly deserves more recognition than it has received.
I’m not going to get philosophical and claim that plants experience life as we do, but I can’t help but wonder if a plant has any type of memory? An interesting thought that I can’t answer. I can associate so much of the last 20 years by looking at this houseplant.
Green is the color of life, and that is what this houseplant represents to me. We must nurture and care for life, and learn to appreciate the beauty in all things, no matter how unremarkable or mundane they may appear. The longer we care for these things, the more they become a real part of our lives.
Since last night was another spectacular failure as far as sleep was concerned, I did some blog reading and came across a question from a blogger I follow about why no one seemed to read his blog. I know what he was talking about because deep down all bloggers tend to believe that we have something important to say, and that the more people we can reach, the better.
I responded by saying the equivalent of what I said in the last paragraph. I added that once I realized that I was writing for myself and not for the world at large, I lost interest in how many people followed or read my blog.
This exchange got me thinking about this blog. Writing this blog is a labor of love by and for myself. I feel no competitive desire to write simply to gain followers. Doing that would poison my blog and I would never be interested in writing again
Because I am a type B personality in real life, the ability to walk away from problems is easy for me. I function best without deadlines or constraints. I cannot simply judge how I feel about my blog based on what anyone else may say about it. They are entitled to their opinion and I respect the differences that we might have.