A while back Dev said he was done blogging. I felt for him, sometimes after you write a really good post (hypothetically I mean) then later you're like, whoa, how can I measure up?
I mean, sometimes I think I don't really write ANY outstanding posts, but one or two will touch a nerve or explore some common ground and people will tell me "yeah! exactly!" So that's pretty much as close as I get to a good one. At least I feel like I have accomplished my goal, which is to connect with someone out there and feel a little less alone on the only path of jiu jitsu and life (mine apparently) that doesn't seem to be bursting with success and rainbow sparkles
and chocolate all the time.
I realized part of why I might be feeling so blue lately is that I stopped my daily read of The God Of Cake. So I went back to reread it, and sure as shizzle, I laughed aloud, and had to recite along with the little girl
with my little girl cakevoice... "Cake. Caaake. Cake cake cake." ad nauseum until the guy whose office is next to mine walked by my open door and asked if I had a cold.
Apparently my little girl cakevoice sounds like coughing or a hairball or something.. Anyways...
So the blogger who wrote The God of Cake wrote about the difficulties of blogging. And I felt a kinship with her. Except, alas, I have NO RUM IN MY OFFICE. And no drawing skills.
So I'll go to lunch open mat and get choked a bit. After all I didn't get choked enough this morning.