This morning when I walked to my car, I began thinking about blogging.
You know, I thought I'd be so, so good at it. I thought it could make some new friends. I thought it would make me feel better having such an outlet. Shoot, I thought it would help make me famous (well, not really - but I wouldn't have minded). I thought I could bring a smile to others faces.
But, I am lucky to average quarterly entries. Which is strange because, in my head, there are a million ideas just waiting to be shared. Today, I wrote on a student's paper: Great ideas. Poor execution. Apparently, we suffer from the same ailment.
Truth be told ... all I ever do is think.
I am a great thinker. Perhaps the best. I think about losing weight. I think about writing. I think about cleaning. I think about singing. I think about sending letters. I think about ways to create world peace. I think about getting my desk organized.
I rarely follow through. There's no doing. There's no chasing. There are only half-assed attempts at trying.
Strange. I thought I was someone different than that.
At least I know the problem: Great ideas. Poor execution.