When I decided to try blogging, I wondered how easy or difficult it would be to “manage a dairy herd,” i.e., posting with regularity about something worth the eyestrain. I am a consultant with my own business, which ebbs and flows. It’s not much like managing a dairy herd because, for me at least, it’s not an everyday, regular-hours thing. However, what shows up needs to be fed and watered. And, when it shows up, I need feeding and watering. My brain balloons, cells need sustenance as I try to decide how to approach a problem, which because of my work is generally a people problem, and which, because of my cognitive preferences, I usually try to figure out at least thirteen different ways.

This does not leave a lot of headroom for writing here–which, of course, I try to figure out at least thirteen different ways before I actually post a word. I am an introvert whose business is people, which means that when I work my brain is already starving for air. In the aftermath of a period of engagement, I am burned out like a match. I haven’t learned yet what I hope I will in trying to be reasonably faithful to what I take to be the point of the activity of blogging (that is, simply posting, so that there’s something filling the space): I hope to learn to simply spit it out.

We’ll see, won’t we?