When I was growing up, there was a commercial on TV for Dunkin’ Donuts (which is a chain that started in my own home town, thank you very much). In the commercial, a balding, mustachioed baker chanted “Time to make the donuts,” at all hours of day and night, implying that donuts from Dunkin’ are always fresh because some poor, old baker-man is making them around the clock.
Driving home from work tonight, I was chanting, Time to write my blog post, over and over in my head. I felt pressure to come up with something clever and poignant, but hadn’t a clue what that brilliance would be.
I had taken a picture of the mandarin orange I ate for my mid-day snack earlier that day- could I just post that, I wondered?
Then I started trying to think of a poem to go with said photo. But poems seem to be more of a spring and summer thing for me, since I haven’t had inspiration for one in a few months now.
Maybe I just won’t post anything at all, I thought.
This thought was quickly followed by a wave of panic. If I didn’t post, my blog wouldn’t be fresh! Aren’t I supposed to be up at all hours of the day and night pecking away at my keyboard so things stay fresh?
Sometimes I just don’t have much to say. Sometimes I’m busy doin’ the workin’ mom thang. Other times (like tonight) I am really tired and inspiration is hard to come by. I’d rather write nothing at all than not have something at least vaguely inspired to share. And for this reason, my mandarin photo would just not past the muster. (Did I really just write the phrase “pass the muster?” I must have slipped from tired to delirious! My apologies. . . )
Sometimes I feel like my blog and I are teenage lovers who can’t stand to be apart from one another, afraid were we to be apart from one another for even a few days, our love would wane and falter.
I guess it is good for me to be aware of this anxiety, because in reality, what is the worst that would happen if I didn’t post for a few days?
I write my blog because I love writing. Since I’ve started writing again, my life has been so much richer, happier, and I’ve felt so much more grounded. Writing fills me with joy and excitement that perhaps I haven’t felt since I was that teenage lover. There is this alarming potential for new and wonderful self discovery to be found at my fingertips.
So if I take a couple nights off from making the donuts, uh, writing my blog post, you’ll forgive me and I’ll forgive myself and we’ll all enjoy something fresh next time.