I’m a weekend worker today, working the 12 to 8 shift and I’m on my seventh day in a row. And there is NOTHING to do. I am dying of boredom and feeling guilty as hell that I’m being paid for not working. All my work is caught up and the main point of being here really is to answer a phone that isn’t really working. At the same time I’m drained.
So I’m taking some time to update things on the blog. One of the things I’m doing is going up and down my Blog Hopping list and something is hitting home to me. I’m deleting those who haven’t blogged in over a year and that make me so sad. Though I’ve been fortunate enough to meet a number of your in real life, some are almost like voices in the dark. Voices that mean something to me and were not only voices, but also lights. And now that I’m back again, they will be voices/lights that I miss.
So it occurred to me, if I miss their voice/light, then my unplanned absences make others sad when my own voice is silent. So I can’t always promise to be here, but I will try much harder. Some posts may only be a few paragraphs long – I think that’s why sometimes I didn’t post – if I didn’t have a lot to say, why say anything. But that’s the wrong approach. Even if the star is dim sometimes, or the voice is not loud, doesn’t mean others don’t need to see and hear it. I say that to all the bloggers out there.
So many were there for me when I’ve needed you, now I need to keep that in mind myself.
So while this is a short post today – after 7 days working, my brain is more fried (and older) something is better than nothing.