Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Shoulda, coulda, woulda

Every once in awhile, I will make myself a note of what should be a post. I type it up and save it for later. Later. Which never comes. Because I either forget what I wanted to say, or I have nothing to say about it.

Here are some examples:

1) "a gorgeous mess of neuroses and contradictions"
I read this quote somewhere and instantly identified with it. However, once it's written, what else can I say? It's pretty much self explanatory.

**Sidebar: I am going to strangle my dog if she doesn't stop whining, crying to get what is under the bed, and/or eating things she is not supposed to. STRANGLE.**

2) So what? Now what?
This is something a client told me someone said to her. When she was dealing with something or pouting about something or whatever, this person would say "So what? Now what?" It meant to look beyond what the problem is and focus on what you can do about it. I liked the quote. I was going to write something about how it had changed me. But, it didn't.

3) Be good. If you can't be good, be careful.
My coworker said this to me the other night. He told me he has said it to his sons for years and tried to teach them that. I thought it was amusing. And certainly explains both his sons. I don't know if I will ever use it, or even live by it, but it caught my attention.

So, even as I see all these semi-post posts, I think "why do I do that?" I almost never write them after I've saved them. For me, if I don't write it when I'm thinking of it it is gone. And, even now as I write this, I am making about ten other posts along these lines of questions and thoughts that have caught my eye from a book I am reading. And, in 6 months or so, I will write another post about things I never wrote about.


  1. Don't throw out the notes. They may not connect directly to a blog but may generate more ideas

  2. I start tons of posts, leaving them in drafts - but then later I go back to them and think "was there a point here", "where was I going with this"? The annoying part is that they just sit there taunting me - grr.


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