Allow me to beg pardon. I have yet to learn to contain myself. I've never been very good at abridging myself and keeping stories brief. So for those of you who attempted or succeeded at powering your way through my latest post, I salute you. And I extend my deepest apologies.
I said a few months ago that I would do things that were blog-worthy and shed the appellation of Boring Blog Megan. What I fail to recognize occasionally is that even if I am doing good and fun things, like my trip to Oregon, I need not write about every event. (and i really wasn't lying when i said i condensed, either.) Doing so only manages to make this particular label stick to me like Krazy Glue and I can't ever shake it off.
I do this in my conversations, too. I come away from those wondering why I felt the need to share everything I did, or why I was compelled to talk so much. I don't think I make people uncomfortable (i hope not, at least), but I do have a tendency to dominate conversations when I should be a little more aware of the concept of listening.
So now I make a new goal in a further effort to acquire a better blogging nickname (and to be a better listener in person): I will be to the point, and I won't pummel you all with too much information. Wish me luck.
"Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of that fact." -George Eliot