As a kid, were you happy or anxious about going back to school? Now that you’re older, how has your attitude toward the end of the summer evolved?
Back to school? Not this year. The last child graduated from high school in June. No more homework to check. No papers to prod forward. No morning rush to get him up and out the door for the bus with seconds to spare. Now what?
It must be part of the reason why I started blogging. No more of his papers to check, I guess I’ll put myself on a schedule to write and post every few days. No pressure but my own. No teacher to disappoint, only my followers and random clickers that stumble upon my pages.
Oh crap! I created another obligation in my life. People are counting on me. Strangers. Folks from around the globe consistently stop by and “like” or comment on the words I string together. I can’t let them down. Yet, I do, frequently.
The daily post grinds out another prompt and I am unprepared. The clock ticks 8 am (eastern US) and the post appears. Within minutes, other bloggers are posting. Lengthy posts, well constructed, clearly not written beginning at the time of the prompt. How do they do that?
I must post and log off. I have a morning doctor’s appointment looming. It was rescheduled from Monday after my doctor called in sick. I wonder, is it too soon to be seeing him? Should I be the one wearing the mask and rubber gloves?