I've been blogging for almost six years. Lately, I've been on the receiving end of posts and articles that emphasize the importance and methods of being a successful blogger.
I didn't know I had to be successful. I just write. A bunch of you read. A few of you comment. And we all move on with our days. But apparently, that's not enough. I must be successful.
So now I'm feeling the pressure, evidenced by last night's dream.
The dream involved a lot of hollering and shrieking on my part, which is not like me at all. I had discovered that a little mouse running through my house, was in fact a groundhog. I managed to open the front door and shoo it out, and then told numerous people about this unwanted guest which was "this big". How did it get in? No one knew.
Then I looked up, and saw the ceiling bubbling. Apparently the new roof was not doing its job, and the ceiling was about to cave in. There was a lot of running around, and although we all agreed something must be done, I think we went back to the question of how a groundhog got into the house.
Here's what matters:
Just before waking up, I distinctly remember thinking - in the dream - "Well, at least I'll have something to blog about today."
Good grief.
