missed one

I’ve been posting every week on this blog, without fail, for a few years now and this week I dropped the ball completely. Equal parts disappointed and embarrassed – I found out when someone asked me about it.

Whatcha gonna do? Earlier in the week I was belabouring the topic: What am I going to write about? I came up with nothing… and nothing is what I posted.

I still feel shitty about it, not because I’m saving any lives by doing this, but because I’ve been feeling a bit of a struggle to maintain the heavily disciplined routines I’ve built over the past several years. I can blame medication, distraction, rock & roll, new business ventures, old business ventures, playing gigs, work, money, the weather, and perhaps even love – but in the end, I have to own it.

My disappointment in this failure knows no boundary, so I’m hoping that writing about it will help – as it usually does.

I still don’t have something to write about this week… so this is what you get.

It’s short.

Thanks for reading it anyway.