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A Happy Ratio

Sometimes, I wonder if I strike an appropriate balance on my blog of fun, light-hearted, personal, thought-provoking, honest, interesting, and...whatever other adjectives will get people reading (just kidding - I was thinking about this the other day and decided that I don't want to aspire to blogging-greatness. Which is probably another entry in itself...)

I just looked back, and of my ten most-recent entries, only one is of a more serious nature. Something in my gut says that this is a good ratio. One in ten. Enough to keep me honest, but keep me from the pity parties. And it keeps me looking at life, laughing about things beyond my own self.

Maybe it's a little low. Maybe you like a more contemplative (or tortured?) Beth. I like thinking. I have enough thoughts in my head to write a "deep" entry every day. But I lack the time. And I get tired of over-thinking. Over-analysis ruins my life. I should give it up (if only it were as easy as quitting coffee).*


Here is my serious thought for today:

I've realized that over the past month or two, I have been having trouble speaking. Some of you may find this amusing. But too frequently, I find myself unable to focus, complete a thought without stumbling or stuttering, or think of simple words. It is both humbling and frightening. I chalk it up to stress. And while in some ways, it is adding to my stress, it is also forcing me to slow down. I can't talk as quickly as I can think. And now, I can't even seem to think very quickly. Or rather, only in short bursts. It is a weird thing, this disconnect between mind and body.



* I have never actually "quit coffee" and don't know that it is easy. So for all of you addicts...I apologize.

Comments

nadine said…
I started writing a really long comment. And then I realized I was just agreeing with you. So yes, I understand this blog-balance issue. Very well.

I happen to love reading your blog, whatever its happy ratio may be :)

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