I guess it’s pretty clear that I’m not a disciplined person. I mean, look at my desk. Well you can’t really look at it but you know what I mean. Look what happened with Jane’s candy jar. And look how many other times I’ve talked about chocolate—and trust me, I’m not just talking. Look at my level of efficiency. My level of procrastination. Look at promises I’ve made and not kept. Like planning to write shorter blogs. When actually they are getting longer. Like not writing about politics. When lately that’s all I seem to be writing about.
In fact, I was just about to write another blog. And although at first glance it wasn’t overtly political, by the time you’d get to the end some snarky little remark would slide by, some comment would sneak in and suddenly I’m talking politics again. I feel as if I owe some kind of apology for my complete lack of discipline.
The title of my blog is “I never signed up for this…” and honestly my plan was to write about what was on my mind every day. My best intentions were to stick to my theme—all the big and little things I’ve observed and learned and enjoyed, from all those things I never signed up for. And I was doing that for awhile.
And then one day I stuck a toe into the political pond and suddenly I fell in. And now I’m being swept away and even though I grab onto things to stop myself, like writing about my cat or my daughter or a wedding, it’s like I can only hold on for a little while and then John McCain announces he’s suspending his campaign or Katie Couric talks to Sarah Palin and I’m swept away again.
I’m sure some people could resist the pull of the current and swim upstream, ignoring CNN and MSNBC and the Huffington Post and all the stuff going on right now. I’m not one of those people. Not even close. How could I resist Sarah Palin when I can’t even resist a piece of chocolate?
So shoot me (couldn’t resist since I was talking about her anyway…) I planned to write about what is on my mind every day and hands down, this is the most incredible election season of our lifetime. Who could invent the scenarios we’ve seen and this cast of characters? A black man with almost no national experience goes 15 rounds with the favorite and comes up with a knockout punch? A moose-hunting mother of 5 from a town the size of a big city high school gets plucked out of obscurity and instantly becomes a national hero or a national punchline? A pregnant 17-year old and the kid who knocked her up stand onstage at a national political convention to wild applause from conservative REPUBLICANS? A former navy pilot who isolates his running mate from the press for a month andwon’t give Barbara Walters a straight answer–but calls his plane the Straight Talk Express? A candidate for president with a father born in Kenya? A candidate for Vice President being blessed by a Kenyan witch-hunter? A man running for president who admits he knows nothing about the economy and then proves it by his misstatements—stops campaigning to “work on the economy?”
Is this great entertainment or what? Definitely the best reality show of all time. Who could invent this stuff? Or resist watching–or writing about this? Obviously not me. It’s pretty clear I don’t have the discipline. So the fact that I start a personal blog and within a few weeks wind up writing about politics on the Huffington Post? Just add it to my list of things I never signed up for…..