Even now, as the day winds down, I'm listening to Tonight Alive and fighting the urge to play more Tetris while I try to write this blog post.
I like to call myself a writer, but I spend much more of my time consuming what other people have produced—outside of my own field—than I do practicing my craft. I even have a hard time generating original thoughts to discuss the things I consume.
It hasn't been a bad day. In fact, it's been an awesome day. My wife is super happy. We had lasagna hamburger helper for dinner. I enjoyed geeking out about English grammar for an hour this morning.
Sometimes I do feel like a failure for not doing a lot of writing, but tonight I'm just struck by how weird it is that I spend so much time watching, reading, playing, instead of writing, composing, or enjoying the outdoors.
Not that the sleet made the outdoors a desirable alternative today.
So yeah, that's what's on my mind today. Maybe forcing myself to blog at least once a day will help keep this in focus or even—Heaven forbid—lead me to change my ways. We'll see.
Once again, this is me shrugging.
