Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Having big fun in Louisville
Sneaking in, for a quick chat.
I don't know what happened really, blog-wise. It's been slow going, I've been so quiet on the inside and my daily activities are a mad flurry of bathing suits, water bottles, portable food... loading and unloading the car, driving to and from the Y or King's Island or Jungle Jim's (for more portable food). I've generally been saving all my written words for letters to Brady while he is at Basic Training in South Carolina.
A very long time ago (2006?)I started this blog with the intent of posting the something I planned to create every day.
It never quite served that purpose, but it has been a good place for me to go for accountability and inspiration. I love having a record of what I have made, where we have gone, just revisiting times in our life.
But everything is in transition right now. Our family for starters, but I feel like more. The blog world... the makers and the mamas. So much has been done and shared already. I hate to turn to such a boring word... but I am strangely, sadly, a little bored. Wondering what could possibly be left?
I might feel differently if I had a new home or a new little person to create for. As it stands, I just don't know what to make, cook or even buy that I haven't already made, cooked or bought already. It seems that I can't fool myself into believing that I have anything even remotely interesting to contribute anymore... I'm not going to hit on that magical thing that no one has thought of yet. And that, too, is OK. I actually have some goals and aspirations that are a lot more solid and attainable. Not this nebula of creative wonderfulness that even if I were to touch it, it would immediately slip away.
There's a word for this, right? In a rut (OK, that's a few words)? And overindulged by all of the creativity and beauty on display so free and convenient.
I don't know... what's next? I don't want to stop making. I don't want to just dive into an off the rack kind of world.
It seems a silly thing to fret about, really. But there it is. That's what all the quiet is about. If you're reading and you know the cure, by all means, I'm open to suggestions. I don't want to quit, just running on empty in this department.