I have been working up to this post for a long time. I’ve known it was coming; it hasn’t been far from my thoughts for weeks. It’s been simmering away in the back of my mind, making me nervous, stressed, excited, proud, anxious and back to nervous again. It’s been a veritable rollercoaster of emotions. That’s right people, I made it to 50 posts (and have well and truly mastered the art of hyperbole).
But, seriously, I have been putting all this pressure on myself to make my 50th post something to be proud of – like maybe it will be the post where I finally discuss something profound in an intelligent manner, or my first post that doesn’t include any lame attempts at humour (too late). In the end, the pressure got too much for me and I have decided to write a post about, well, about nothing. I’m just pushing through this milestone like it aint no thang.
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