"Love means losing track of time..."
Or so one of the songs on my mp3 playlist goes. Actually, work is a more culpable reason in my case.
Just a week or so ago, one of my colleagues remarked that blogs, for most people, are just a passing fad; when you first start them, the drive and enthusiasm to post regular entries are unmistakable. But weeks or months later, the flagging energy and motivation becomes evident by the sporadic or short-but-sweet blog entries. Soon after such a pattern establishes itself, the blog itself sort of dies off. Fades into oblivion. Forgotten...
Will such a thing ever happen to this blog? To my blog??? It's hard to say at this point, especially judging by the less than plentiful number of entries that has made it past the "Publish Post" button within the last few months. Of course, I'm more than willing to blame it on my busy schedule and tight weekends, that leaves scant time left for me to spend on blogging. Indeed, for me, time has become such a precious commodity that anything (or anyone) that makes me "waste" even a moment or second of it, whether intentionally or not, could upset me or cause much discomfiture to my very frayed (due to my frenzied workload probably) nerves.
A lot of things have happened of late, which would, at a more convenient time, have found their way as fodder for my blogging but right now, I have neither the heart nor the strength to commit myself to framing those memories and associated thoughts into readable, lucid words.
These last couple of days, there's a song stuck in my head. The maddeningly catchy chorus has wormed its way inside my brain somehow...
"Don't waste your time trying to fix
What I want to erase
What I need to forget
Don't waste your time on me my friend
Friend, what does that even mean
I don't want your hand
You'll only pull me down
So save your breath
Don't waste your song
On me,
Don't waste your time... "
I wish I could go on rambling... but time does not permit.
