I have 12 posts sitting in the box that I started and never finished because I honestly cannot come up with a single reason why anyone would want to read anything I might write. Obviously I must not have felt this way for the first two years of keeping this blog. But that's not the case anymore. Why? This is an honest and sincere question.
And what do I do about it?
ADDENDUM: I just went back and found a post I wrote a little more than 2 years ago. It's strikingly similar to what I feel today. I could trace my feelings on that day to a specific thing that happened. There is no one thing that I can attribute this to today. Actually, I do have a few ideas of things that, in aggregate, may have contributed. But when one is dispossessed of the belief that any of it matters, one is generally disinclined to write about it.
BTW, I do know that a remarkably beautiful handful of you show up here pretty regularly, presumably just in case something new has shown up. That amazes me and I truly love you for that.