As I sat here thinking, contemplating, reasoning, mulling over what it is I wanted to write about it occurred to me that none of the things I could write about were things that I could write about.  Further mental examination caused me to ponder what it is that I should be writing about.  Not just today but on any given day.

It was a real think, think, think kind of moment and while I’m not quite ready to lean against a tree stump and dip my paw into the honey jar, I am ready to figure some stuff out.  To get back into the swing of things.

I used to blog every day.  Yes.  Every. Day.  Even those two days at the beginning and end of the week that start with an “S” and end in a “day”.  I couldn’t be prevented from posting.  I would write at night when things were quiet, or in the morning when I had a bit of time to myself and there was never a question of what to write.  Things just presented themselves.

But since taking a break from the daily, or lately even weekly blogging, it’s become incredibly clear that the thing that makes coming up with a topic for a blog post the most difficult is not blogging.

Yes.  You read that right.  If I don’t post for a while I suddenly have no idea what to write about.  No sense of blogging direction.  This here blog falls into disrepair and I have no idea where to start.  It’s a way of thinking that gets pushed aside when you’re not actively engaged in the act of writing.

Like when I was a teenager and I kept a diary.  I would write in it twice a day for weeks on end… but if I skipped a day or two I would stop for weeks.  That’s how it’s been with these pages for over a year.  If I have to post a few of these introspective blatherings to find my place?  If I have to get all meta on your asses and post about posting?  If that’s what it takes for me to get back on track then I guess that’s just what I have to do.

Either that or I could get back to my roots…