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The Anti-Blog Post

My life is not lived in words. It is not passing in sentences. It does not fit neatly into paragraphs.

My days do not slow for text. They do not linger for literature. They do not ease up for essays.

My fingers cannot type perspective. They do not coordinate for communication. They will not affiliate with brilliance.

My eyes do not look for allegory. They are not aware of anecdotes. They cannot see stories.

My ears are not listening for luck. They cannot hear irony. They do not translate thought.

My body cannot sit for composition. It does not bend for bluster. It does not wake for rhetoric.

My mind is not open for discourse. It is not attuned to narrative. It does not take the stage for auditions.

My soul will not unfurl for publication. It does not lay open for ogling. It is not available for apprehension.

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You have set that up like a pro- nice lines.

Now, you need a pro-blog response post :0).

Are these your thoughts, or are you voicing another's opinion?

Mich - all mine, but I think it's just a phase. I started out trying to explain why I haven't been in the right state of mind for blogging lately, and ended up - well - explaning just that ... but in an over-the-top kind of way.

Karen - thanks, and that's a good idea. I'll keep it in mind for some day when I'm in a pro-blog kind of mood.

It's very insightful. I thought you were saying that this blog doesn't encompass the total 'AL experience' and there's more to you than a blog could ever show.

Sounds to me like you've been working too hard and need a vacation proper! Is it too early to take a vacation after maternity leave -- heehee.

Well, maybe you've also grown out of Blogging- it was a phase, too. Like when we used to keep diaries of all that adolesent personal stuff that is sooo laughable now- but, was so very personal&private back then.

Life goes on and it's probably beginnig to become a chore when you have little ones, and a job, and a house, and a husband...

Well, phase or not, just let it ride and do what makes you happy.

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