Annie's posterous

Kickstarting the engine

A decade ago, I blogged all time, before it was commonly called blogging. It was called an online journal and remarkably, a lot of fucking people read it daily. As blogging rose to prominence and I advanced in my career, I stopped writing from the heart online and transitioned to blogging about social media. Blogging became work. And it became a chore.

I've been reading my friend Rachel's posterous, which is fun and personal and it inspired me to get back to writing online.

Expect to see some posts here. This content will not be work related, but my own views, thoughts and opinions. And with any luck, writing will be fun again.

But more importantly, this may become a preventative tool from overtweeting. Because it's oh-so-easy to throw 140 characters into the universe for my closest +3800 friends to read and share.

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Lost

The finale of Lost has depressed me, which is funny, because I wasn’t even a fan of the show. I watched the first 2 or 3 seasons and then moved on. I watched last night out of boredom and curiousity.

When Jack saw his father and realized he was dead, I saw my Father for the first time in years. I saw him as he was before the last 14 months of his life when he withered away from cancer. I saw him as he was: robust, full of life. I saw him in heaven. And I realized that’s the next time I’m going to see my Dad, when I’m dead.

I don’t want to wait that long to hear “Hey kiddo!” again, but I’m also not ready to die anytime soon.

I finally understand the feeling that’s associated with the phrase “my heart is heavy.”

Someone Please

Make this blog awesome for me. I'm tired. I want to Christmas shop. I don't want to CHRISTMAS SHOP. I need a new phone. I don't feel like going to the Verizon store. I need boots. I don't feel like trying boots on. I need sleep. There aren't enough hours in the day. I need to clean my apartment. I don't know where to start. So I'll stop. Here.