Run One-Eleven

I was channel surfing as I sat down to eat dinner the other night and happened upon an old episode of The Big Bang Theory. I've watched this show for years (truth be told, I download it because I hate commercials) and one thing I always pause on is the vanity cards at the end of closing credits.  

I love Chuck Lorre's vanity cards.  I first discovered them back in the Dharma & Greg days and always found myself taping the credits just so I could pause it and read them properly (yes, that was back in the days of VCR).

Anyway, the one I glanced upon the other night was this one.  It struck a nerve, because a number of times over the last couple of weeks I've sat down to write a blog post, only to realise that I really had nothing to say.  

You see, recently, a friend and fellow writer expressed a desire to start her own blog and asked for my assistance, as she didn't think she had the technical skills she thought she needed to set one up.  Of course, she did, she was just lacking a little bit in confidence. I wasn't necessarily that much of a help with the technical side of things, but I like to think I gave her a bit of push in the right direction and boosted her confidence to see that she was able to do it. 

She's a go-getter, this friend and she goes after whatever she wants full-throttle, never (seemingly) letting anything get in her way. It's very inspiring and a little intimidating.  I wish I could be more like her.  Sometimes I feel like I'm in a boat with only one oar, going a little bit forward, but then just round and round in circles achieving nothing.  Anyway, this lovely friend has decided blogging is her future so she's posting stuff left right and centre and raising her profile and attracting readers from all over the world and she's only on something like her fourth or fifth ever post.  And although I am pleased for her and proud of her, because she's my friend; I can't help but feel (as the long-time blogger in our friendship) I should be blogging more than I do. (Oooh, there's that old chestnut. SHOULD.  I try not to use that word, but every so often it just sneaks up on me. I SHOULD do something I really don't have the inspiration/desire/will to do.)

I have a post-it note stuck to my computer screen. It reads:

2013

52 blog posts is the goal

(Dec 2012)

Well, I'm not doing that well so far... it's July, I'm not even halfway there and I've been beating myself up about it, which is ridiculous. My lovely Scottish mate Kris (who posts some of the most hilarious status updates I've ever read on Facebook) ended today's post with a quote from his mother... “If ye've nowt sensible tae say, just shut the fuck up.”

I think I might take that advice and combine it with Chuck's one-eleven vanity card.  Whenever I think I should be posting something because I haven't for a while, but I'm struggling to come up with anything even remotely decent, I'm just going to "run one-eleven".

Because I know that sometimes I'll have nothing to say.  And that's ok.