One of the reasons I thought about blogging was because, well, I'm going to turn 30 on July 9, 2010. And I thought to myself, I should document the last year of my 20s to ensure that I live life to the fullest and that I do something potentially interesting and/or challenging and/or meaningful and/or inspiring and/or [insert adjective that is positive] every single day. And then I will tell the world (meaning you, my (single?) dear reader) about this. And this blog will hold me accountable to it all: I will feel the need to live, and then to record the details of my living/life in narrative form. And so it goes . . .
Except I'm about a month and a little more late to the party, which was supposed to start on July 9, 2009. But - whatever! The cliche goes "better late than never" for a reason.
Which I suppose means that I should make today's post substantive. I could talk about how I went to the gym for the first time in 2.5 weeks and listened to "Sex on Fire" by Kings of Leon on repeat while I ran/ walked/ huffed/ puffed/ caught my breath/ sweated like a pig on the treadmill. But somehow I feel like that's a personal narrative that no one really needs to know about.
So, good night!
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3 comments:
Yaay! Caveboy's back! Now. . . can you stop blogging about blogging, and blog about something more worth blogging about?
It's like status messages writ large! Go Caveboy Go! But, ahem, could we have some information "about me"?
i ate a rot at runch!
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