That Time I Wrote a Letter to an Inanimate (Even Intangible) Object

Dear Blog,

As soon as I started writing in you, life got busy again and as always, you were the first thing to fall by the wayside.

And I. Am. Sorry.

You see, Blog, if it’s one thing I’ve learned about myself, it’s that while I’m pretty good at multitasking, I can’t really focus on more than one thing at once. I know that sounds like a contradiction, but it’s true. You give me five things to do and a deadline to do ‘em, and they’ll get done right on schedule. But throw me a bunch of changes that require my attention all at once? Well, I put the little things to the side. And as much as I hate to admit it, little Blog, you’re a little thing when I stop and put them all into perspective.

But then I think about it, and I realize that you know what, Blog? You’re what I would classify as a “me” thing, an Ali thing. And what I mean by that is, you’re something that I do solely for me. And by brushing you off when life moves a bit faster than usual, I’m brushing off the fact that I need to come first for myself. Because guess what, Blog? You make me happy. Yes, you! Writing my thoughts in you (sorry Blog, that sounded sorta wrong) gives me clarity and helps me to relax. So damn it if I’m going to take you for granted again.

I hope you understand what I’m saying, Blog. You’ve understood in the past, even when I didn’t verbalize it, so I doubt this time will be any different. Except that it will. Because while there will no doubt be times when I give you less attention than others and you certainly won’t see me all the time, you will be promoted to a priority, like you should’ve been all along.

I think you get the point, so I’ll end this letter here. You probably want to watch the Oscars anyway (can you believe what Sacha Baron Cohen did to Ryan Seacrest?).

Thanks for always being there for me, Blog. You’re a true pal.

Love,

Ali