Oh, I love blogging. I love it. I love it. I love it. There’s something about being able to transfer some of the thoughts in one’s mind onto an electrical device, internet capable that then enables another individual to either happen upon it or to subscribe to purposefully read it every instance the author decides. It’s marvelous, it’s grand, it’s…. hard to maintain.
In the words of my grandmother: “I’m not complaining, I’m just explaining.”
I feel that most of the time management philosophies are bologna- I find it hard to believe they wrote them (or better yet sell them) with a straight face. Some days I feel it’d be easier to ask for and be granted more hours in the day than to adapt to some of their suggestions. It’s even harder to express to a non-writer how difficult it is to be able to blog more. Don’t get me wrong I still average about 1 post…
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