I realized that it’s Wednesday and I haven’t yet done my now-pretty-regular “post that isn’t a weekly update” this week. The thing is: I don’t have anything particularly exciting to write about, at least not that fits the loose format that I’ve established here. No one wants to read me rail about the current political situation here in the US; there are much more cogent thinkers out there who are doing that work better than I ever will, and “screaming into the void” has never been my favorite pastime. (I will, however, leave this here.)
So instead you get a meta-post about the act of writing these things in the first place. Exciting!
I have to admit that sometimes (often, really) I just don’t have it in me to post something. I think it’d be easier if I were more willing to dash off thoughts, Twitter-style, on the regular, but I feel that the blog format almost always warrants something of more substance. And I don’t always have that substance to give. I mean, yes, I could start going through my book and video game collection, writing reviews for everything I’ve finished, but that’s not the core concept of this blog–at least, not in my mind–and that also sounds a lot like work.
I suspect that a lot of people would have no sympathy for that argument. I’m retired, after all; what else do I have but time? As much as I have, though, that time is still fundamentally limited, at least until the techno-Rapture that will make us immortal. (Immortal slaves to the machines, mind you, but immortal nevertheless.) And as vapid as it may seem, most of the time I’d rather just play more Diablo III or watch some more Twitch than come up with a slightly-cheeky take on something that happened in my life (spoiler: nothing really happens in my life) or banging out a review of a vaguely food-related product. Each day is still a day closer to the end, and I want to spend them doing things I genuinely enjoy.
And yet. I think I’ve gotten a lot out of writing these blog entries, even though I’m writing for an ever-shrinking audience. That last part doesn’t surprise me, as the number of people likely to read this was at its largest the moment I retired and will only fall off as people figure out “huh, not much going on with that Phil guy’s life, is there?” and phase out their readership. And that’s fine; while ostensibly this exists as a way for people to keep up with what I’m doing now, it’s just as much a way for me to exercise my writing muscles on a regular basis, something I’ve always meant to do and never actually got around to in my prior life. Well, I finally got around to it, and got around to fixing my typing with Colemak, and got around to playing at least a few games and reading a few books that have been hanging shamefully over my head for years, so this retirement thing seems to be helping me make at least some headway on years of inaction.
And, hey, look, by rambling on about my lack of material to ramble on about, I’ve managed to gin up an entire blog post worth of content! Thanks, meta-writing!
It’s something I can’t do too often, though, or it’ll get just as tired as anything. And while I often find it hard to find something to write about–and often don’t want to write at all–I do think that it’s the right thing to do, at least now. I think I will appreciate being able to look back at these posts in the months and years to come and see what I was thinking about, how I felt, how early retirement was going. So: I’m gonna keep on keeping on. But this week you’ll have to put up with this very meta post as your additional content.