My First Blog Entry
“A blog?” My wife rolled her eyes dismissively. “What are you going to write about?”
She’s right. I have no idea what I’m going to do with this yet. I have no idea why anyone would read it. Heck, why are you reading it? As corny as it sounds, I think I’m hoping that it’ll be therapeutic for me. When I was a lot younger, I used to write a lot. I’d write everything. I don’t do that anymore – and sometimes I feel like I need to reach for whatever is within my grasp to hold myself together.
I’ve got a great life – two adorable kids, a fantastic wife, a beautiful house in the country, and a job that, at worst, I can tolerate. It’s enough to make one feel guilty about complaining at all. Yet I seem to be afflicted with the same dissatisfaction that haunts many of the members of my generation. This dissatisfaction it’s not so much a feeling as a lack of one. The motivators that drove those before us to greatness have been eroded by a tireless wave of cynicism and disappointment.
And so we need to remain content going to work every day, buying more things, and falling asleep to a formulaic sitcom on TV.
At least I have my kids. When they aren’t teasing me to the edge of my sanity, they give me hope, and make me laugh, and try their level best to remind me that the importance of all the lifeless crap that I do to earn a living is fleeting at best.
Wow. This is a lot more depressing than I thought it’d be. It looks like I really needed to do this – I have a lot on my mind. Hopefully things will get a little more lighthearted and I’ll start talking about more geeky stuff like programming…
