Seems like my life is often like this, finding out about cool things late. Now I’m behind the April 8 ball for the Ultimate Blog Challenge. The whole thing began April 1st and I’m only just now finding out about it. It feels like college all over again and I need to pull an all-nighter. Hmm…So how to tackle this and not go crazy while trying to get up to speed?
On the outside chance that one or two people stumble onto this blog without knowing what the Ultimate Blog Challenge is, here’s what I know and why I decided to take it on.
As I understand it, we’re supposed to blog for 30 straight days just to see if we can. I’m not sure if that qualifies as an “ultimate” challenge (I would have thought you’d have to be doing so while strapped to the side of mountain, parachuting, or in the middle of recess at my son’s grade school), but who am I to judge? I’ve yet to start writing once a week. So this will likely be a good thing, right? Exercise. Maybe a bit like a diet? Oh, I hate that word. Best to rephrase. Discipline, will-power, getting serious?… Words that send me running and screaming like a Tex Avery cartoon character with his bottom on fire. So how to inspire myself to do this?… Hmm…
“Time for your annual blog post?” my wife asks as she casually looks over my shoulder at the screen.
“Ha. Ha. It’s a Quarterly blog,” I reply.
“On Mars, perhaps. I think a year there is about 700 days…”
“Yikes! You’re right. Shish!”
“Apple’s damn auto correct won’t let me type ‘sheesh.’ Okay, I finally fixed it. Sheesh!”
“So what’s the plan, Ultimate Sheesh Man?” she asks.
“Well, I’m just going to do it, right?”
“You’re asking me?”
“No, that was rhetorical,” I reply winking.
“Not if you take into account all of the projects you’ve started over the time that I’ve known you, it’s not. Remember the vegetable garden with all of the fresh tomatoes and lettuce we were going to have?”
“Nobody told me you have to check those every day and battle snails and big gnarly green caterpillars that just magically appear as soon as the whole neighborhood knows you’re trying to grow veggies. I mean how does that happen? We’ve never had a single big green tomato chomping caterpillar before or after that time. How do they know to show? It was a massacre, I tell ya!”
“And the $500 you invested in learning German before our trip to Berlin 5 years ago?”
“It was $475,” I manage with a weak smile.
“Hmm… So tell the one who loves you the most in this world, why this will be different.”
“Because every day is a new day, sweetie! Have faith!”
And with that, she smiles, kisses me and moves off to attend to her day.
I’m hoping this will be different and I’ll resist the temptation to edit until things are perfect. I’m hoping it will be easier than German and dealing with big gnarly green caterpillars that eat away at my resolve. I’m hoping that finally, this is the diet that works, the resolution that sticks, the commitment I honor.
One can hope, right?…