Harder than I remember

This whole writing-a-blog-post task is way harder than I remember. I guess I should thank Facebook and Twitter for conditioning me to boil my life down to 140 characters. Remember the days when we wrote something and didn't abbreviate to the point of incomprehensibility? Remember the days we just called someone out of the blue (rather than texting first, because calling someone willy-nilly is considered rude)?

I'm not sure what's gotten into me lately, but I've been feeling rather nostalgic.  Maybe it's because I've been feeling drifty, like there's nothing - or not enough - weighing me down. Of all the careers I've had (and I've had my share), owning my own business is by far the hardest. At least on my psyche. I often think about how much easier/better/saner it would be if I brought in a partner. But as much as I need someone to keep me tethered and away from the edge, I love the fact that I answer to absolutely no one but myself. It's kinda nice. And I don't know if I'd ever be able to work for someone else again.

So, anyway, back to drifting. I guess that I need to recondition my writing muscles. That would be easier if I could think of a single thing to write about that wouldn't bore the pants off everyone, myself included.