Hello. My name is The Bustache Blog, and I have been neglected for much too long. I do believe it is time to change this sad fact of life.
Yesterday evening, I was sitting on the couch, getting ready to catch-up on yet another neglected area of my life – Mad Men (Don’t worry Don, you are never far from my thoughts!), when Steve walked in and asked, “Do you know what today is?”
“April 25th? Hump Day? Mad Men watching day? Don Draper Appreciation Day?” I answered.
“WISH LIST WEDNESDAY!” Steve replied.
“…Oh.” Way to ruin Don Draper Appreciation Day, Babe.
You see, I am an avoider. It’s a HORRIBLE trait. I really hate it about myself and am always actively trying to work on it. But my first inclination is always to “wish it away” before I try to address it.
This happens in a lot of areas in my life – When the battery on my laptop died, I just hoped it would magically recharge itself so I wouldn’t have to figure out how to order a new one. That was almost 3 years ago. My laptop is really just a sleek looking desktop now.
Or when I had a strange looking freckle on my forehead (and, not to mention, a history of skin cancer in my family) it took me 6 months to finally make an appointment with the doctor. (It turned out to be benign, but still – unacceptable).
And this blog – I’m afraid it too fell victim to this weakness. I just hoped one day I would log-on and posts would start writing themselves… that all of the things going on in our lives would appear witty word by witty word with flattering, artsy, Instagram photos to match.
Obviously that didn’t happen. And I would bemoan to my wonderful and supportive partner, Steve, “I really really need to start writing again.”
And Steve would say, “Yes. Yes you do.”
And I would say, “STOP PRESSURING ME! WHY DO YOU ALWAYS PRESSURE ME? FIRST YOU MAKE ME BUY A NEW LAPTOP BATTERY. THEN YOU FORCE ME TO MAKE A DOCTOR’S APPOINTMENT. AND NOW YOU’RE BLACKMAILING ME INTO WRITING A BLOG!”
And then Steve would shake his head, and quietly remind me, “You love writing. You love the Bustache and Westi and VWs and me. This fact is not going to go away.”
Steve? An avoider? Obviously, not so much. He’s a “let’s figure this out and get it done” kind of guy. This is why he is really really good for me. But this is also why comments like the one above really really annoy me. Because I know he is right. And I am wrong. I really really hate it when I am wrong.
At the same time, I am trying to be an adult these days. It’s hard, but admitting when you are wrong is part of this whole growing up thing. So here I go…
Stephen, my love, although your remarks last night put a bit of a damper on the shenanigans happening at Sterling, Cooper, Draper, Price, I concede to your wisdom. You are right. I love writing this blog. I love writing it when no one reads it. I love writing it when only my mom reads it. And I love writing it when lots of people read it.
Since I’m on a roll … To you, gentle reader (AKA Mom & Dad) – I know I’ve been MIA lately, but can we be friends… again? I promise not to avoid you anymore. I might not write out of laziness, but I can promise that I won’t not write out of avoidance. (And if you can decipher/understand that last sentence, extra mustaches for you!) :-(D
If you care to come back, upcoming posts include:
- Online VW Friends become real life friends.
- Something happens to me that I NEVER thought would happen.
- NEW PILLOWS!
- How in the heck is it possible for men to run the CIA?
- Life with an Engineer… as glamorous as it can get.
- More Mustache Merchandise than you can handle!
- Washington, camping, tutus and more!
See you tomorrow, Amigo?