Samara O'Shea

I Was Afraid This Would Happen

I was thrilled to update my Web site earlier this summer. It needed a fresh coat of paint. During the renovation process I decided to move my blog page from the back to the front, and here it is before you on the opening page of the site. I was nervous about this—fearing I couldn’t keep up with the blog—and my fears have come to fruition. It’s been almost a month since I’ve mused on this page. It’s not that I don’t want to or that I’m void of ideas—just the opposite actually. I really want to and have plenty of ideas. I have ideas for this blog and my Huffington Post blog (the HP blogs are usually twice as long and more article like, which is how I differentiate). It’s finding time to spread the ideas out that I’m not so good at.

A few years ago, a friend of mine told me his New Year’s resolution was that he would not make resolutions only at New Years. I second that notion (!) and resolve to be a more active blogger right now. I don’t know that I’ll ever get to a point where I post daily (though I admire the day-to-day bloggers more than you know), but if I can get two fresh posts up a week I’ll be satisfied. In honor of my mid-summer resolution, I leave you with two short journal entries by Lewis Carroll—author of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. He amassed thirteen journals in his lifetime. His entries were never very long, and they usually went right to the point. I share the first entry with you because he, like me, made a resolution on a random day. I share the second one because I find it amusing.

May 18, 1856
I am getting into habits of unpunctuality, and must try to make a fresh start in activity: I record this resolution as a test for the future.

June 30, 1857
. . .so ends my five months stay at Oxford, during which I have learned almost nothing, taught not much more, and forgotten a great deal.