I’m a definite failure as a blogger. The whole idea of blogging is to connect consistently, to offer a continuous flow of communication or thought or observation. I have spent the months since my last posting thinking about how I should be posting. Thinking that I should be writing about the new difficulties I’m facing and the new fears. And I’ve successfully resisted, convincing myself that blogging about my MS makes me think about the MS all the time. That if I stopped blogging, I would think less about MS. That ‘If I don’t write about it, then I won’t think about it’. Well…..guess what. I think about it all the time. It’s never away from me, not ever. Nothing shakes it loose or moves it away from me. It’s just there like a heavy, unmoveable boulder.
So I’ll write when I can. When I’m needing to move some of the thoughts out of my head and onto the blank white of a new document; that crisp, orderly and oh so perfect white screen.
Definitely not an A+ grading for this semi-blogger.