This is not really a humorous post. If you’re looking for something funny about a chicken on a treadmill, click the picture to read a funny post. I’ve really been struggling this week to get these posts up on time. While I have not yet missed a deadline, I do seem to be getting down to the wire almost every day.
I think that the worst of my depression may have passed, and I have been more active in social media the last couple of days. I have finally caught up with replying to all of the comments received, and so will promote this post and try to get some more comments. Though I have to wonder what my friends will say.
I knew going in that publishing a new blog post every day in 2012 might prove very challenging. Part of me is very proud of the fact that I am almost one quarter of the way into the year and I haven’t missed a day yet. The rest of me knows how many hours I’ve spent with this darned compose window open, struggling to find the words to fill this space. In that humorous post, Daisy tells a story about a chicken who goes to the gym. The chicken can’t reach the controls to turn the treadmill on. So he goes to the exercise bikes and peddles madly. I was tempted to question how the chicken with two inch legs managed to pedal an Exercycle, or even why she could not flap her wings to fly up to switch the treadmill on. But since I was kind of really scratching to come up with this post, and I did think the picture was cute, I set aside those objections and decided to just run with it.
My bipolar cycles are long, rather than short. Unlike cyclothymics who cycle rapidly, it usually takes several weeks to cycle, although I have come to realize that there are ups and downs within each cycle. So I am a little bit up, but still in the down cycle. Which makes me fear that I will continue to struggle to write these posts before my daily deadline. I am grateful to you for reading this. And I really will try to come up with something better than a cheap chicken joke for tomorrow.