Shifting gears
I'm generally not a late-night blogger. I likey me sleep. But I'm restless this evening. My dog attacked my sister's dog last night and ripped a good-sized hole in her leg. Stitches were required, as was general anesthesia and precautionary X-rays; she's okay now, but I'm left with a mountainload of guilt and many worries as to how to train our own dog out of this behavior.
Other things. I realized tonight that the career tweak I have in mind for myself will actually take a lot more schooling (and money) than I'd thought/hoped. I'm off to an event this weekend that requires me to see a few people I haven't seen in a while, which means fretting, unnecessarily or no, about how I look and how I present. Most notably, a friend's friend (young, my age) is currently dealing with a cancer diagnosis, which has me thinking and worrying a lot about a person I've never met, and about the eventual fragility of everyone I care about.
Which has gotten me to thinking. I like blogging and I like it when people tell me I'm funny, but I don't always like having to blog funny. Slate was all over this a week or two ago: feels like the whole world has gone funny lately, and the ancillary result of that is that, societally, we end up sacrificing sincerity and vulnerability. Creativity, too.
So, so I think I'll be mixing it up a little bit on the ol' blog for the next little while. Nothing severe, but a little bit more honesty mixed in with the other stuff.
You've been warned.
Other things. I realized tonight that the career tweak I have in mind for myself will actually take a lot more schooling (and money) than I'd thought/hoped. I'm off to an event this weekend that requires me to see a few people I haven't seen in a while, which means fretting, unnecessarily or no, about how I look and how I present. Most notably, a friend's friend (young, my age) is currently dealing with a cancer diagnosis, which has me thinking and worrying a lot about a person I've never met, and about the eventual fragility of everyone I care about.
Which has gotten me to thinking. I like blogging and I like it when people tell me I'm funny, but I don't always like having to blog funny. Slate was all over this a week or two ago: feels like the whole world has gone funny lately, and the ancillary result of that is that, societally, we end up sacrificing sincerity and vulnerability. Creativity, too.
So, so I think I'll be mixing it up a little bit on the ol' blog for the next little while. Nothing severe, but a little bit more honesty mixed in with the other stuff.
You've been warned.