Every morning I wake up with these pretty solid ideas for the post of †he day. It’s there in my head, stewing and I know it’ll be a smash hit. In fact, I think it would be so great that I might make a zine out of it. Maybe an article on my Medium to revive it. Maybe even a book of Good Ideas.
Then when the night comes, the idea is quite far off. It’s run away somewhere, only to appear tomorrow morning yet again. Some of my morning posts are really quirky and well written because those are the great ideas of the morning. Other times like now, they feel like random ramblings of the day.
I keep rethinking the format of a blog in itself, meaning one that tracks my daily comings and goings, and perhaps that would be the aim one day. But currently, it’s still running as a side brain. The brain thinking aloud. But one can dream. And right now, I am dreaming of a possibility of not writing such heartfelt thoughts, but keeping it to something every day to day.
Today I dealt with cancer. Not mine, but my family member’s. Is that too much? Ok, then the other one, Today I dealt with another family member’s heart bypass. Perhaps that’s also too personal and real. Today, Clarice and I played Wingspan on the switch.
That sounds a lot more YouTube and Instagram friendly. Something that would catch some views and gain some traction. Not the personal life things that affect life and death. Those are too difficult in this challenging world.
Jokes aside, it was quite a heavy day today. Maybe that’s why the ideas ran away.