my kitsune is picking oranges
I just noticed that it's been a long time since I've written anything about my life.
I mean, sure, the Internet is a significant chunk of my life --- a really huge chunk at that --- but the realization that I've been blogging about almost nothing but the Internet pretty much concerns me. Just look at the recent posts, will you? They've been about other people's websites, the Pepsi contest, my blog and SEO.
I haven't been writing about me.
Me as a person, me as a daughter, me as a friend, me as a girl. Self-centered, I know. But it's still kind of alarming. Does that mean I'm that wrapped up in the net? That my world revolves around it now?
Ha! Bollocks! Of course not!
Still, it does appear that way, doesn't it?
To tell you the truth, my routine for the past weeks had been work-sleep, work-sleep. There was a point about a month ago that I kept dreaming of our system. I was programming in my dreams. No exaggeration. The great part about it, though, is that there were several nights that I actually solved a debugging problem in my dream. When I woke up, my first thought was "This is AWESOME, I can't believe I figured that out!" My second thought was "Oh no... This can't be right. I can NOT be dreaming of programming."
Let it be known, though, that I still actually have a life outside the computer. I still have a family at home, with whom I've been marathoning Prison Break and Cirque du Soleil and Oscar Award-winning movies with. I still have friends I see on weekends. I still have my God I praise every day.
I don't know why I haven't been writing about my life like I did before. Change of writing style? Not really. Tilt of interest? Maybe. Tweaking of lifestlyle? Most likely.
So, in case you run into me one of these days and I start yakking techie terms and about my adventures with SEO, please please grab me by the shoulders and say, "Sarah, stop being a geek for a second and talk about something else."
That, or just stuff a chocolate in my mouth.
I mean, sure, the Internet is a significant chunk of my life --- a really huge chunk at that --- but the realization that I've been blogging about almost nothing but the Internet pretty much concerns me. Just look at the recent posts, will you? They've been about other people's websites, the Pepsi contest, my blog and SEO.
I haven't been writing about me.
Me as a person, me as a daughter, me as a friend, me as a girl. Self-centered, I know. But it's still kind of alarming. Does that mean I'm that wrapped up in the net? That my world revolves around it now?
Ha! Bollocks! Of course not!
Still, it does appear that way, doesn't it?
To tell you the truth, my routine for the past weeks had been work-sleep, work-sleep. There was a point about a month ago that I kept dreaming of our system. I was programming in my dreams. No exaggeration. The great part about it, though, is that there were several nights that I actually solved a debugging problem in my dream. When I woke up, my first thought was "This is AWESOME, I can't believe I figured that out!" My second thought was "Oh no... This can't be right. I can NOT be dreaming of programming."
Let it be known, though, that I still actually have a life outside the computer. I still have a family at home, with whom I've been marathoning Prison Break and Cirque du Soleil and Oscar Award-winning movies with. I still have friends I see on weekends. I still have my God I praise every day.
I don't know why I haven't been writing about my life like I did before. Change of writing style? Not really. Tilt of interest? Maybe. Tweaking of lifestlyle? Most likely.
So, in case you run into me one of these days and I start yakking techie terms and about my adventures with SEO, please please grab me by the shoulders and say, "Sarah, stop being a geek for a second and talk about something else."
That, or just stuff a chocolate in my mouth.
Labels: blogging, randomness, work, writing
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