Out with the old?

Every now and then, I get the urge for newness. And so, sometime in mid-December, foolishly believing that I would do something different with my blog, I just started deleting my posts. I wanted direction. I wanted focus. I wanted organization. I wanted, it seems, to just wake up one morning and not be the me I have been for the last 36 years.

It was the plan when I went crazy with the delete button to write concise, well-thought out commentary-type posts, but those kinds of things take time -- time I’m not willing to give right now because I want to fix up my house, catch up on my reading, work on some short stories and a whole lot of other things. I realized my mistake about 10 minutes after everything was gone.

So, while I mourn the loss of everything I had written last year -- despite the fact that the biggest reason I deleted it was because I thought it was stupid -- I begin again, with a whole lot of the same old crap.

Happy freakin’ new year.