I am behind on my blogging.
I find this fact both irritating in a primary way—I hate being behind!—as well as in a secondary way—why do I even care about being behind on a blog no one reads?
Good question.
All I can offer myself is there’s little I find more frustrating that disappointing myself. Yes, disappointing other people is a bummer. But there’s something very nervy and raw about disappointing yourself.