I haven't been blogging much of value lately, mostly because I would have to break my vows of what I won't write about on here if I were to write about what's really weighing on my mind. If this were a truly anonymous blog and I knew people reading it had no idea who I was, I'd probably feel a little more open to disobeying my own rules. But as it is, too many of my friends and family and, I'm afraid, people who have influence and/or contact with my employer read this site for me to openly spill whatever I please.

That's the kind of weird irony about blogging. At least for me. I originally started blogging 4 years ago so I could have an outlet to voice my opinions, frustrations, joys, etc. I will admit that the slightly narcissistic part of me liked the idea that there might be people who would want to read what I have to say. That part of me still exists. But over the years as blogging has progressed into a mainstream communication medium, and through some stupidly learned lessons of my own, I have learned that there are certain areas I must avoid.

Hopefully I will one day be able to write about what I am (I hope) ever so vaguely alluding to. Hopefully that day will come sooner rather than later, becuase I can not continue to live with the underlying stress and the ulcers this is causing me.

I leave you with this quote that I think best describes how I'm feeling right now:

The problem is that most folks, besides not believing they are special (a tragic oversight, by the way), are so dulled out or fatigued that their innate intelligence, creativity, and passion are encrusted with inertia and thereby rendered sluggish.

I'll leave the reasons why up to you.