On Soothsayers, Appeasement and Coming Out of Retirement on My Own Terms
I’m writing this because the soothsayers at Yahoo told me to do so. I opened my internet browser this morning, perused my My Yahoo homepage, and found the following horoscope staring me in the face:
Get off the artistic fence and commit yourself entirely to the process of creation. It may be music or photography that renews your sense of joy, but it’s definitely time to bring it back into your life in a big way. Don’t pressure yourself to produce an instant masterpiece, either — that is the one sure way to kill off the creative spark. Dive right in, and, most importantly, have fun!
And since I do whatever the oracles at Yahoo tell me to do, I am gingerly hopping down from my artistic fence (so as not to sprain my ankle) and committing myself half-heartedly to the process of creation. I am, of course, working under the assumption that blogging is both artistic and born through some sort of process of creation.
(As a side note, I know that technically I should use “Yahoo!” instead of “Yahoo,” but I just can’t be that excited about anything.)
I’m also taking that little piece of advise about not creating an instant masterpiece to heart. If you are looking for a masterpiece, look elsewhere please.
Now, I can not give the mystics over at Yahoo all the credit. I will admit that I have been toying with the idea of reviving Welcome to My Truth for some time now. If nothing else, not one day has gone by since October 29, 2009 that it has not nearly killed me to think that my last post fell on a Thursday. For so many long, tedious years of blogging, I religiously posted each and every weekday. If I was to take a break, I ended on a Friday and rebooted on a Monday. And then October 29, 2009 hit and I quite simply ran out of steam. I was like the Little Engine that Could without the gumption to get my tired ass up over that hill.
And, sadly, I’m still not very steamy. I am back, but I’m not back. I just can’t bear the thought of being the marathon blogger I once was. I’m older and wiser and much more tired than I ever was before and I simply can not be entertaining five times a week. If you don’t believe me, just ask my coworkers.
So I have spoken to The Powers That Be here at Welcome to My Truth and they have decided I can have my job back on my own terms. That means I’ll write when I feel like it and post what seems interesting, but you won’t be getting a daily fix of Dr. Sparky. And if you need a daily fix of Dr. Sparky, may I suggest therapy?
There you have it. I have appeased the clairvoyants at Yahoo. I have appeased the one or two of you who still remember me and have been hoping against hope that I’d someday come out of retirement just as Cher and Celine before me. And, truth me told, I have appeased myself.
I will see you soon.