Hmm. Just being the idiot, which I am. This is a shot taken in Esperance on a cold winter's day. Ed actually wanted to go swimming or even just to muck about in the water, but I sure popped that bubble. I was wayy to cold to even contemplate swimming. I settle for standing in knee deep water though. Wasn't all THAT exciting.
I think about blogging almost every day. But I can't gather up the time/courage/words to open a new tab and type in 'Blogger'. I think blogging links me to a time in my life which I miss dearly and didn't have a chance to have enough of. And now that things have shifted the way that they have, words and ideologies have also changed, along with the latter. Blogging isn't documenting everyday happenings. For me, it was something else. It was a snapshot of my coming of age. And although I don't feel older/more mature/wiser, my blog is just becoming something it's not.
And in view of this, I have pondered many a times to stop blogging. Well, actually that's not such a revelation since I blog so rarely anyway.
But oh! Life is so pointless anyway, so I might as well keep up with my pointless blogs when I can gather up the time/courage/words to click on Blogger, dashboard and
'publish new post',
