I started this blog seven years ago this month. Seven YEARS. That's almost as long as Lincoln, you guys. (Not that I've seen it. I don't see movies anymore. That kind of fanciness is for people who remember to put on deodorant before they accidentally catch a whiff of themselves while reaching for the peanut M&Ms they hid on the top pantry shelf because one of their New Year's resolutions is to stop eating so much candy and/or things left by their toddler on the living room rug--at the very least the wet things. But I digress.) And for the past few weeks I've felt totally uninspired. You could say "blocked," I guess, but there's no pent-up energy waiting to burst forth. It's more like... apathy.
I know that sounds dramatic, and I'm not quitting the blog or anything. But this blah feeling got me thinking deep thoughts.
Like, how Rudolph Steiner said that every seven years you change. That literally every cell in your body has turned over and you are made up of different matter. That you're a completely different person.
Or how blogs are the ultimate existential crisis. I mean, what better way to affirm your existence than to put your life experience--every mundane detail, or at least everything you're willing to cop to--out into the great Internet void?
I think every blogger reaches a point at which they've said most of what they need to say. You know, that point where stories start getting repeated and tired old jokes get trotted out to keep up the illusion of freshness. For example, in my case, every time I write "y'all," or make a reference to Ryan Gosling or Clive Owen or John Krasinski, or joke about my unibrow, you can tell I'm reaching.
I don't want to go down like that. I don't want to be season 8 of The Office. (And sorry, John, if that's a burn, because I really am sexually attracted to you, that part was not a joke.)
But I also don't want to quit and start again.
This, what you're reading right now, is cell turnover in action. It's itchy. And it's boring. It's definitely not a Marilyn Monroe upskirt shot, and I apologize to anyone who got here under false Google pretenses.
Luckily for me, I have kick-ass readers, and a lot of you gave me suggestions on Facebook for amazing, non-navel-gazey pop culture-based posts. I am so going to write them.
Right after this nap.