Don't Know What You've Got 'Till It's Gone

Hey Blog? Let's have an intimate chat about a few things. I'll give you a second to get your PJ's on and grab a cup of hot cocoa. I'll light the candles.

OK blog, I'm back. Are you ready for some startling openness and honesty? Here goes: The thing is, I realize I've been undervaluing you for a while now. I knew I'd been neglecting you a bit, but I didn't realize the extent of it until I almost lost you a couple weeks back. That fateful evening, I thought to myself, "Hmm. I'm overdue for a blog entry, as usual. I've got so much wit stored up, it's probably leaking out of my brain as I sleep. I better put some of it in the internet before more is wasted on my pillow and the stuffed fraggle I sleep with." So, I tried to log on here only to discover that I had forgotten my password. No big deal. I just pushed a button to have the password e-mailed to myself. But, when I tried to retrieve the e-mail, I discovered that it had been so long since I checked the e-mail I signed up with that my account had been DELETED. I had no way to access the password Blogspot had sent me!

-- Which, sidenote, is really a shame because, though I obviously didn't check that Excite account very often, I have a soft spot for it in my heart. I've had it since I was fifteen, and e-mail addresses with "scorpion" in the title never really go out of style. Am I right, future employers? Also, I may have let the infamous Larry departure letter slip into the great cyber-cinerator. Did I ever have the presence of mind to forward that to any of you Concert Choir kids? If not, I may never forgive myself. --

But anyway, additionally, there was an IMMEDIATE BLOGGING CHRISIS at hand! I tried password after password unsuccessfully, quickly slipping into despair. All the words on these pages were locked in place like dinosaurs who took baths in tar pits. It was MELT DOWN CITY! And then -- just as I was beginning to think all my brilliant words would be trapped behind velvet ropes and glossy museum glass forever -- success! I remembered the correct combination of capital letters and numbers and Jim Henson characters to unlock the path to my beloved Unnecessary Anxieties dashboard.

So now, here we are blog. You and me. I never realized how much you meant to me until I almost lost you. The experience opened my eyes to how cruel and careless I've been. So, I'm making some changes. I know you're hurting. I know it's going to be hard for you to trust me with the shards of empty broken promises still lying all around you. You've heard me whisper these sweet nothings before. But I'm telling you, it'll be different this time. I'm going to write at least every week. No, I mean it! Most people make new year's resolutions, but not me. (Partially because I'm super alternative...but mostly because I've procrastonated making any resolutions until now.) I'm making a birthday resolution;

I, Caitlin Jane Scorpion, hereby declare that in my 23rd year on this planet, I will change for the better beginning with you, dear Unnecessary Anxieties. I will post something new here at least every seven days until we dissolve into dust and pixels. Or, at least until I write the great American novel, become rich, and can afford to pay someone else do it for me.

It has been written, and I will make it so!

So, what do you say?All of Baltimore is snowed in, huddling together for warmth. Want to huddle with me, dear blog, and create something beautiful?Do you think you can ever trust me again? What, you still don't believe I'll come back? Well, I'll prove you wrong.

I'll see you next week.