People toss around the saying, "It's like riding a bike," all the time, implying that something you used to do with ease will once again become familiar and effortless, even if it doesn't quite feel that way right now. This colloquialism could currently be used to understand my current relationship with the wonderful world of blogging.
Like riding a bike, blogging gets harder and harder to start back up once you've neglected to write for a while. Next thing you know you have a muffin top (an endearing term my sister likes to throw around - it means: your gut is hanging over your pants) and your old Huffy is rusted with one flat tire and in desperate need of a little WD-40 on your bike chain. Your good intention to blog turns into no blogs, not even bad blogs, in what all the sudden somehow has turned into a couple of weeks.
Suddenly a charming idea you had of blogging about your dog hanging out on the couch with a blanket draped over his head doesn't quite seem to cut it. No, this next blog back after weeks of hiatus needs to be epic and touching and wonderful.
So, unless you suddenly turn into David Sedaris or Ernest Hemingway (not that they're anything alike), you'll never end up doing it, because it's just too big to write. But you have to start somewhere. You have to pick it up again. So, here's my offering. I'm getting out my bike pump and I'm greasing up my chain.
And all of the sudden, the pressure's gone. I guess that's what helmets are for.