So many drafts

My last blog post was in 2018, back when I thought I had a little bit of free time between jobs. Little did I know, life had a penchant for playing with my schedule, jumping in whenever I tried to sit down and write. Honestly, it wasn’t that I was avoiding my blog. It was more like a comedy of errors, featuring many false starts and unwritten drafts that seemed to multiply like rabbits.

As I dug through my abandoned posts, it was like unearthing a treasure trove of ideas gone rogue. I stumbled upon a draft about Trump, which probably contained my half-baked thoughts not fit for this polarized world. Another draft about flying cars had me dreaming of zipping through the skies, but let’s be real—I’d probably just crash into a flock of pigeons. Then there was a serious piece on Syrian refugees, reminding me that my heart has no bounds, but not without a sidekick called “procrastination.”

And let’s not forget my mysterious entry titled “mutually assured respect,” consisting of absolutely no content. Perhaps it was about fatherhood—because that’s definitely an adventure worth respecting (or running away from sometimes).

But here I am, powered by the magic of AI, sneaking in a post or two. What do the kids all say to each-other now…, like and subscribe?