One word: guilty. Gill-tee.
I am confessing to a huge, huge flaw of mine, in both the world beyond the screen as well as here in the blogiverse. (Probably more so in the blogiverse.)
I’m an inconsistent gal. I’m determined until I’m not anymore. I remember until I decide to ignore it and intentionally begin to forget. I play around with my list of priorities and shift some things down a line or two or ten. I get in those “I should blog today but I really don’t want to and who would notice anyway” moods.
It’s been real bad lately. I just responded to an e-mail that was sent to me seventeen (SEVEN. TEEN.) days ago and let me tell you, I would not blame her for scoffing at the reply. Or moving it immediately to the trash.
The worst thing of it is that I can’t even employ the “ohmuhgosh I’ve been so busy lately, my blog has been slipping through the cracks but there just hasn’t been any TIME!” Oh yeah? Then I suppose we should also add my diet & exercise regime, my goal of keeping my room clean, my list of books, my schoolwork, my photography, and my friends to that slipped-through-the-cracks list.
This list should not exist. Because I actually have had the time—it just hasn’t been used. You see, I’m discovering that I’m one of those people who needs a schedule to get things done. A rigid structure. A well-rounded routine. And I think it may just be the summer season but…I feel guilty. It’s layering on me like lasagna.
So, to anyone who might care, I am sorry. I am sorry for being such a terrible blogger and for being horrid at replying to e-mails. But I do promise to make moves here again. I do promise to act like a blogger, think like a blogger, BE a blogger.
Also, if anyone has any time management/schedule setting/sticking to your schedule tips, I would probably freak out and hug you. Or just send you a thank you e-mail :)