I Was Not Going to, but… · 7 December 2024
I suppose there are times when we think we are not going to do something then do it anyway. Times when we think, “I was not going to, but…” That was what happened with my story about dying in my dreams. I was not going to post the story, but then I decided that I would. Even if it is a bit morbid. Even if it seemed unlike me.
There are other times when I think that same thought. I am not going to do this or that or the other. Then, I decide that it is okay. It is okay to do this or that or the other. It might even be a good thing. Of course, there are many things that could fit into this category. I am not sure what they are, but I am sure I can think of something by the end of this blog post.
One of the things that I seem to do without being able to stop myself is saying stupid stuff. I was not going to correct somebody’s pronunciation of a word, but I decided to do it. I was not going to comment on this or that or the other, but I decided that I like the taste of my foot. I suppose those are the usual things. I wonder what it is? I suppose I just like the notion: Open mouth, insert foot.
At any rate.
I suppose there are other things that I was not going to do but decided to do anyway. Nothing drastic or earth shattering or anything like that. I was not going to start a weekly blog way back in 2007, but then I did. I have not regretted it, but I suppose there are others who wish I had regretted it or that I had never started it or that I would just get over it and stop already.
It is funny. That is one thought that I have not had since I began. I have never thought, I am going to stop blogging, but kept on anyway. It is not that I always love it. Sometimes it is a chore. But blogging is a way to hone my craft. It is a way to stay sharp. Even if my writing is not all that great. Even if I am still striving to be mediocre.
At any rate.
I was going to write a longer blog post, but I think this is about it. I am not sure there is much else to say. Except that I hope I did not shock any of my readers with my story about dying in your dreams. Or rather, of me dying in my dream. I know it is not a normal subject that I would tackle in my blog. But it was a vivid dream that I just had to write about. And even though I was not planning on sharing it, I could not come up with anything else that week. And I had told my dream to at least one other person. So why not.
Like I said, I was not going to post my story about dying in my dream, but in the end, I did. I do wonder what else I was not going to do but then did anyway. Hmm…
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