Archives for April 2009
finding balance
traditions
i’m in trouble
Intervention
You know me. I live to make your life better.
From finding you good books to read and amazing mascara to try, to saving you from the fire and obsessing about the scale.
So, it’s only natural that I continue in this fashion.
And it’s time. It’s time for you to be released yet again.
So, I think it’s time for an intervention. And if I learned anything from Intervention, it’s how to write a good intervention letter.
And I did. It was good too. Nice and long and full of deep feelings and thoughts.
But then I thought, commenting has taken so much time away from your life already…why take more time with a long emotional letter as well?
Let me be clear though on something. Because, I’d hate for you to be confused.
Bloggers love comments. We love that we can share our writing and get instant gratification through comments. What other kind of writers get that?
I love knowing if something I wrote touched you enough to want to take a moment to share your thoughts. Or if I made you laugh, or if you can relate….or….well you get what I’m saying. If that’s the case, please comment away. I adore them. And you. Yes, you.
What I don’t want you to worry about is commenting just to show you were here. I have site meter. I know you were. It’s okay. And if you’re a blogger yourself, know that I will still come to your blog and read you. I will still love you. And, I will still accept you in my Le Musings World. Come shirtless, shoeless, commentless…I accept you all. (Just keep the pants on. Because that is kinda creepy. And gross. And weird. And well, a whole other intervention all together.)
The thing is, I have just been noticing that a lot of people are seeming to feel obligated, overwhelmed, and full of guilt {maybe that last one is just me} when they reach the bottom of the article {post or what not} and they reach the glowing link of “comment.”
Feed my kids lunch or comment on the 50 blogs I read? Shower or leave 100 comments saying, “I was here. Stay cool.” Comment or breathe. Not comment and die.
Right? Something like that?
That’s why I release you. Comment if you want. Don’t if you don’t. Comment sometimes, but not other times. Comment daily, comment never. It’s up to you. Let. Go. Of. The. Guilt. {Sweet sisters, this is for you too. I know it’s been killing you that you don’t have time to comment.}
I feel the need to make sure you clearly understand me. Since, I am after all, all about improving your life.
I AM NOT RELEASING YOU FROM READING MY BLOG. Comprende? In fact, I am ordering you to make it a habit (an addiction, really) to come to Le Musings of Moi at least once a day and bathe in my words. Drink them up. Get drunk on my love of writing, wisdom and knowledge.
There will never be an intervention or a release from that. Just to be clear.
So, good. I’m glad we had this little talk. Don’t you feel better?
Not only did I learn something from Intervention, but I also learned something from Obama.
And that’s change is coming. Yes You Can!
© 2009 “Le Musings of Moi”
blogversations & change
not the usual
friday fashion
© 2009 “Le Musings of Moi”
my baby….is all growns up!!!
get up, stand up! stand up for your rights…
deep thoughts…by summer
- Why is it that the Mexican stations have better and stronger signals in the middle of the desert then the American stations? Seems a bit strange.
- Blog. Why is it named “Blog?” Such a silly word.
- What makes people like a certain blog? Why do people like mine? Why do people not like mine? Why, why, why?
- Every town in America has at least two exits with the same name. Main Street and Auto Parkway. Weird.
- Cruise control is an awesome invention. Wish I had thought it up.
- Glazed doughnuts and diet coke taste mighty fine at 5 in the morning.
- Should I really get rid of the scale? Yes, I should. But, really? Yes, I should, I promised my readers. But will they ever know? No, but I will. {How honest am I?!?}
- Wonder what it would be like if our seats in the car doubled as a toilet. Where would the pee go?
- {In the first hour of driving there…} How can I leave my kids, my husband, my life…I’m scared to drive out of California all alone.
- {An hour later} I love being all alone, what if I kept driving and never came back? Um….KIDDING…of course. Kinda.