Making changes in our lives can be so easy, yet so frustratingly difficult.

I love the idea of having a blog that I regularly write for. I love the idea of having a few people that are legitimate fans of the writing.

But I honestly don’t know that I would be a fan of my writing. It’s very underwhelming…as a matter of fact, I don’t know the last time I read my own blog.

There’s something there. I don’t mean to stray off topic too greatly, but I have a feeling that I’ve revealed something just now. I’ll circle back and get to that.

What I was getting at was that I enjoy doing this, but I get o the point where my steam has been totally expelled and used up. I’ve written about how it’s going to change. How great it’s going to be to write regularly and be this [not even great] but just an improved writer.

Low and behold all that steam runs out. The brief motivation and inspiration wears off. I’m not afraid to get in there and force myself to write…I’ve done plenty of that.

It’s not getting anywhere near my blog right now.

At that point, I feel as though I’ve written all that I have to write about.

The most recent impact point came when I was going about my Friday evening cigar and typing outside.

“Didn’t I write something like this not that long ago?” I thought to myself…I was right.

It looked like I copied my friends answer for an essay prompt.

That was the last time I read the blog actually.