I didn’t write a post about Father’s Day because I didn’t know what to write. I had no thoughts on what to bring to the page and figured anything I shared would sound like a thousand other dad bloggers out there trying to share how great their day of recognition was. I had nothing new to share and believed any idea I came up with was pure crap. So I stayed away from my blog. I didn’t look at it all week. Didn’t figure I needed to seeing how I had nothing to write. Instead I spent those hours I would have been planted in front of my keyboard typing inspiring and beautiful words with my family, a good book, and my journal.
Did I get anything out of the absence from my blog? Kind of. I didn’t feel the pressure of coming up with a post I felt many could read and get something out of. I didn’t feel obligated in any way to those who do regularly read my blog. I had a small sense of relief from not spending the time staring at my monitor trying to figure out what to write and how to make sure it was riveting. I felt so good about the break I thought about slowly fading into the oblivion of blogs forgotten.
But, after some long nights thinking about how else I could spend my time before bed, I decided to keep soldering on one bad sentence after another. I figured there’s no harm with sharing my struggles of being a father. There will always be something I screwed up that I can write about so others can laugh at my miscues and when I actually do something right I want to make sure I can put it out there for all to read about.
I guess what I’m trying to get at here with this post is you haven’t gotten rid of me yet. More than likely it will be a long time before I realize I should stop pecking away at this keyboard with the nonsense in my head and let the blogging world leave me behind.