Lower your expectations until further notice
That tweet is a fitting summary of the past few days. Home is the place where life happens in all of its unedited glory.
“Unedited” is pretty much the opposite of what’s going down over here on the other side of this blog post. I think I have blogger’s block. I can think of things to write about, kind of, but only in Boring Book Report fashion: “On my trip home for Thanksgiving I did various things, such as watch snow fall, chop wood, and eat pie. It was not unlike the first Thanksgiving, minus the hats with buckles and rampant violence.”
But I’m going to publish this post anyway – all 100+ empty words of it – because I’ve been standing on the wrong side of this blogging block for the better part of a year now, and I’d be willing to bet the only way out is through.
Here’s to publishing a substandard post today in the hopes that at some point in the future, I’ll remember how the standard is written.