Envy
I wish I were one of those every day posting people.
There are some blogs that I check regularly, sometimes even more than once a day! I can’t explain it except to surmise that it is a combination of poor memory, lack of hand-eye coordination, and the knowledge that a few of those authors are every day posting people.
The writers that post every single day have my admiration and my loyalty. I am filled with joy when I see that new daily post. I relish each word. Because not only do the every day posting people bring order, routine, and predictability to this crazy world with their publishing habits, but each and every post is good. Just when you think, “Wow, that was an amazing entry. They just don’t get better than that,” WHAMO! they hit you with another post even funnier, more articulate, and more intelligent than the last.
As much as I admire and revere them, I am secretly jealous of these writers. I burn with envy as I read the entertaining exploits of the every day posting people. Overcome with inferiority and self-doubt, I cry out to the heavens (or at least to the noticeably bowed ceiling) “Why? Why can’t I be as clever and prolific as the every day posting people? WHY???!!!!!”
Of course, I know why. It’s all a matter of priorities. There are simply more important things in life that demand my attention — work, family, sleep . . . What am I to do? Can you feel how conflicted I am? I would love nothing more than to share my almost brilliance with you on each and every calendar day, even though no one has ever read or commented here that I know of. Truly, I would. But how do I explain that over-budgeting of my time to my boss, to my parents, and to my own sleepy self?
I can’t, dear readers.
I may never become an every day posting person. Never. But I believe that I am consistently an every month posting person. And that’s almost as good.
Right?