Just Write

I worry about my blog a lot. Borderline too much. I worry about the design. I worry about the words. I worry about the lack of words. Am I not posting enough? What do I even write about anymore? Who am I letting down by not posting for a week? How is the world going to know about my meal plans if I don't tell them?!

That's about the point where I start to see the ridiculousness in it all. Who cares if I'm not posting enough. Life goes on. So what if I want to sit on the couch and veg out for days watching Netflix. I took a two hour nap the other day and didn't feel bad about it. I need to just write and quit trying to make this thing into a business. So here I am, just a blogger sitting in front of a virtual audience, asking them to love her.

Aaand this post has turned way too ridiculous for its own good. Talk to you soon!

Quitting The Internet

Every single day I read something that makes me want to quit the Internet.

I was lucky to grow up in a time that was Internetless. My childhood was spent outside. My school days were full and then I went home and didn't have to worry about being bullied through a computer screen. I didn't have to worry about getting a #sponsoredpost in my paper diary. I connected with my friends at their houses, not over texts.

Don't get my wrong, I love the Internet, but sometimes it's just out there and in my face. Everything is so accessible and I realize that I too am a part of it. With this blog, my voice is extremely edited. The things that I've seen others write? Not so much. At least once a day I find myself side-eying something someone wrote.

Even though I fantasize about quitting the Internet, I know I'll never quit it.  I'll always be around in some form or another.  I love a good #trainwreckinprogress even if I'm on this one.

Also, if being on the Internet is a mistake, I can totally file it under 'not learning from my mistakes'. Also, if I keep adding to that file, it is going to be the biggest file I've ever seen in my life. I should make an entire series on the mistakes I haven't learned from. It would probably be an entire blog, actually.

Like

Here's something that I've been thinking about way too much lately:

The Facebook 'Like' button.

I don't like it.

I know it's a Facebook thing, but seriously, why 'Like'?  It's cool when you're reading something and it's good news for someone, but what do you do when it's crappy news?  Personally, I just read it and feel sad or mad or whatever and move on with my life, but there's always that one person (if not more than one person) who 'Likes' it.  I'm hoping that it's an accidental 'Like' because who really likes crappy news?  Who sees that something tragic happened and 'Likes' it?

The strangest things manifest themselves in my brain sometimes...

Oh yeah, if you want you can 'Like' rockin2thesound on Facebook!

Drink With My Name On It

 

There’s something about my name on a cup, even if it’s spelled wrong!

Whoa, did I just make it through a week of blogging?  I can’t believe it!  Who knew I had so much to write about?!

I would tell you about today, but it involves lots of money thrown at the car dealership & it’s kind of making me sick to think about it again.  But hey, I got a drink with my name on it, so it wasn’t a total bust, right?

Happy August!

 

How is it August already?  It seems like the time has been flying by lately.  We’re almost at the end of summer already!  NOOO!

Can we just take a sec to talk about this picture?  Are mirror pictures still a thing?  They are in my world, apparently.  Also, the flash was totes not a good idea.  What do I know, I shoot in “auto”!  Also, that’s not my camera, so long hair, don’t care about camera settings!

I’ve got some exciting things coming to you on this blog for the month of August.  And by exciting, I mean I’m posting a lot more.  Yeah, it’s probably total snoozefest stuff, but I’m writing.  Yay!