The bitch of it....

Recently, I've started using a new phrase....

"the bitch of it"

Sure, it doesn't have the poetic beauty of "oh for pete's sake" but it's just what popped into my head a few weeks ago.

It's used when I want to express what I find particularly wrong with a situation. For example, North Korea is pursuing nuclear weapons. I would say to you, "Timmy, here's the bitch of it. They could use these weapons to blow up South Korea."

I think that's a good example.

Well, I would also use the phrase to describe my attempts at blogging lately. I want to, but the bitch of it is, I just don't feel like. Inspiration, or the lack thereof, is the bitch of it.

And why is that? Why does someone like myself, who actually enjoys the physical act of punching keys into a keyboard and seeing the results scroll across a computer screen, lack the desire to write about life at a pace of more than one post per month?

Where did the love go? A year ago, well, more than that now, we found ourselves this exciting new arena...the blog. Granted, we were about a year behind the trendy teenagers who've been blogging forever, but still, we found it and embraced it. Posting was the "it" thing to do; now it often seems as a "keeping up with the Jones'" situation...posting for the sake of not having to answer the question, "So why haven't you blogged lately?"

I'm as guilty, if not more so, than anyone. Often, my posts are neither frequent or forthcoming in nature. When I do write, I often glaze over anything that I think would expose something inside of me that I would rather, for the time being anyway, keep to myself.

I think I've got to chew on that for awhile. So I'm signing off. Wishing you all well.