Sweet Nothings

A long time blogger told me that I shouldn’t write just for the sake of updating. I think I’ve succeeded in following that niblet of advice. It seems for six months I had mounds and mounds of pointless crap to share with you and now I’m crapped out (pooped, if you will). And here’s the rub: if not for pointless crap, what the hell else am I going to write about? I’ve always really enjoyed writing but I kept it to myself because I didn’t think anything I wrote was good enough to be read. So when I started this, I made sure to write about things that weren’t really close to me for two reasons:

Stinky Tofu and Other Adventures

So I know it’s been almost a month since I last wrote (large gasps follow) but I’ve only held off writing for so long to make sure I had something to say when I do write. It’s not like I didn’t try! I have 11 drafts…I just had absolutely nothing to say. For a while, I worked at my mom’s school. Which sounds great in principle, but in reality it meant I had to be up at 6.30, with energy to spare. It just so happened that was the week I (and three other girls) had dance performances every night. Which means I only got home around 11.30. It wasn’t the most fun week of my life. When we didn’t have those shows we had four plus hours of rehearsal. It was on that Saturday that someone really close to me suddenly lost someone close to them. For all of my insight and sagely wisdom (read sarcasm), I couldn’t come by the words I needed that night nor the courage to say anything of any value. Rather than being someone she could count on, I was left speechless. In typical fashion, our dance teacher still had us perform the next day (this time only with three dancers) . Never mind that we all grew up knowing the person who passed away, never mind that his sister forms a part of our second family, never mind that we balked at the idea of dancing after such a tragedy had struck, the show must go on and I think we all became painfully aware of our dance teacher’s priorities.