Pressure...

Let me begin by saying that the opening to "Under Pressure," the Queen/David Bowie song always throws me off. Tricks me into thinking I'd better take heed, as Vanilla's a lyrical poet - Miami's on the scene, just in case you didn't know it.

Since I've started to blog I've always felt this need to say something, be it something valuable or knowledgeable or unique. If it's worth blogging, it should be inspiring, or thought-provoking, or at the very least, interesting, right? If I want readers to take heed - be impressed by my lyrical skills - I should have something along the lines of a chemical spill. So what does my life mean if I have nothing note-worthy to report? Several friends here say most days feel like Groundhog Day. As witty as the Lord's made me, most Sohl-days are pretty serious.

Another blogster today, though, wrote that just starting, just getting something down makes a dent. Then the initial pressure's off, and that release comes with writing. Regardless of which opening comes that day, Queen/Bowie or Ice's flow, I'm prepared to share a bit of each day again.