At the start of last year, blogging and social media were not on my to-do list, let alone part of any resolution, but they were something I imagined I would do someday.
You know, someday, the indefinite future.
As in someday I will travel to Italy and Greece, or someday I will use that trapeze school gift card (yes, I really have one of these).
Or maybe someday is dusting that stupid cobweb at the top of the family room ceiling fan–you know what I’m talking about, the one that can’t be reached without stopping to get a step stool or a broom.
So time goes by and that cobweb starts to dangle, it may even mock you a little by blowing in the breeze of the fan as you sit on the couch, but still you ignore it, push it off until the indefinite future, and then one day it’s gone.
Must’ve fallen off you think, some point between Masterpiece Theatre and The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills . . .
But what if left unchecked, that cobweb bans together with others of its kind, and is lurking close by . . . a giant, zombified dust bunny of regret?
*cue Psycho music*
Indefinite inaction = Dustus Bunnicus
Then again it’s only dangerous if that action was something important.
Like say fulfilling a long-standing dream.
So when the idea of building an author platform presented itself last year, I thought, But I’m not ready . . . someday my blog will come.
But I was curious, so I Googled and researched and read Kristen Lamb’s books We Are Not Alone-The Writer’s Guide to Social Media and Are You There Blog? It’s Me, Writer, and the next thing I know . . .
Domain. Blog. Twitter. Facebook. I was out there.
And yes, it was way out of my comfort zone and not what I had planned, but then again:
“Why not seize the pleasure at once? How often is happiness destroyed by preparation, foolish preparation?”
Now okay I cringe a little at the words “foolish preparation,” because let’s face it, I am really more of a planning kind of gal. I like neat stacks and files and research. I don’t just hop on Amazon and buy something without researching it first (well, mostly–beware of that tricky Amazon 1-click setting.)
But even neatness and research can backfire and turn into Preparatory Procrastination.
Who knows what evil lurks behind clean desks and brand new notebooks?
Anyway, procrastination aside (please!) being out there was kind of the point, unless I was writing all those stories for the dust bunnies.
Maybe blogging is only a part of the dream, but the funny thing is now that I’ve gone and done it, well it makes the rest seem like it’s right there within reach.
Like a sparkling, clean ceiling fan.
I just need to go and get that step stool.
What someday is dangling over your head?