“Grand” Fantasies

“Each of us wages a private battle each day between the grand fantasies we have for ourselves and what actually happens.”
― Cathy Guisewite


And sometimes the fantasies aren’t all that grand. I thought, “Hey! Fresh start! New goals! Gonna try this whole blog thing again!” I started. I’ll give myself that much. But the time between when I started (again) that first post and the time I hit the ‘Publish’ button: ten days. Ten days, y’all. That’s not how this whole thing was supposed to go. I did, however, put “blog post” in my planner. And at the end of each day when I inevitably didn’t finish and post it, I moved it to the next day’s to-do list, like a responsible adult.

Perhaps I just needed to get the ball rolling and once it is, it will just…happen. (Shhh. That’s what I’m telling myself.) I’m not a blogger though. I’ve tried and failed at this a few times. Part of my problem is that I get a little behind (who doesn’t?) but then I can’t get past it. I don’t want to skip over certain things and the thought of posting things out of order makes me twitchy. So then I get stuck and even further behind and it all gets too daunting to even try to get caught up. My goal this time around is to try my hardest to let go of that. I do read quite a few blogs and I have mad respect for those more disciplined than I. I truly don’t know how they do it.

So why am I even trying this again? A few reasons. One is that I want to be able to share a bit of the general goings-on with friends and family that don’t live near us. They don’t get to visit much, and I dislike the disconnect we sometimes feel. I used to use flickr as a psuedo-blog for this purpose, but I just couldn’t get behind the changes they made a few years ago. The look of it still throws me off every time I go there.

I also intend this to be a bit of a garden journal. I’m stellar at garden planning, but not so much at recording stuff after the plants and seeds are in the ground. I do take photos and spout verbal notes about things (mostly to the chickens and chipmunks), but these don’t get recorded anywhere in any sort of concrete searchable fashion. I figure this will be a good way to document such things because, frankly, the chickens are not as impressed by the hilarious butt-shaped tomatoes as I’d like them to be.

So there we go. My attempt at keeping the ball rolling. I can’t promise posts won’t be sporadic. (They will be.) Or that there will be very interesting things here. (Eh.) But here’s my attempt.

And since this post feels naked without a photo, reassurance on this 2°F day that we shall once again look out upon a lush green backyard. The days of an all-white landscape are numbered.

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