It’s Wednesday again. I need a blog post.
Suddenly, my mind is the still pond that Zen masters sit for hours to experience. Vast nothingness.
I have a very busy life. Something is always happening. Because most of it happens at work, it’s interesting to someone. Many times the contents of my day warrant essays of social importance due to controversies and ever-changing values. Cutting-edge blog posts could pour from a day at work.
I have a rule about that, though. Since I’ve seen compelling evidence for the Law of Attraction, I refuse to spend one more moment focusing on an experience that I loathed. I don’t wish to experience more of it. For that reason, work experiences aren’t processed, they’re flushed. Twice.
What does that leave? A lifetime of memories? I could go nostalgic about growing up in the eighties. A few weeks ago, I considered a post about the recent time I was pulled over while singing “Hungry Like the Wolf”, which completely changed the original memory imprint of that song.
My life outside of work? Mostly, that is where I find ideas, and the ideas spring from whatever I’m writing at the moment.
I know I’m not alone in this scarcity of ideas. I speak to people every day. Most people, when asked about their day or weekend, draw a blank. Finding interest in the mundane is the business of our lives; the challenge is relating the interest in the mundane back to the world.
Someone on Twitter recommended I write about the challenge of writing a blog post. Done. Feel free to leave suggestions in the comments.
