Whoa. End of summer? Where did the time go?
I thought I’d stop by and dust the cobwebs off this place and then I looked at the calendar. How have I only blogged five times this month? How is it the middle of August already? It’s funny how when you’re living life you rarely think about blogging. Sure, I’ll still check my blog stats (who am I kidding?) but sitting down and write?
Sometimes I wonder Is this the end of blogging for me?
But then I remember that I actually like blogging. I like sharing things, no matter if one person is listening or hundreds. Creativity ebbs and flows and writers’ block is just part of the process. Thank you, for coming back here again and again. I truly do appreciate the comments. I feel cared for…as silly as that sounds.
Blog designing + Blogger to WordPress transfers have taken over my time at the computer lately. I’ve found that when I’m busy with other creative work, I develop writer’s block. Same goes for being engrossed with rehearsing + performing.
Am I the only ‘creative’ whose mind compartmentalizes when they’re focused on other creative mediums? Please tell me I’m not the only one. You have my permission to lie to me.
Design work, road trips, and the search for the ‘perfect home’ have kept me from this space. Which, now that I mention it, home-buying has swiftly gone on the back burner. If you’re thinking Wait, didn’t she just say they were starting the home-buying process a few days ago? then you receive a gold star for being a) a good reader, b) super nosy or c) all of the above. I was told this process could be emotional. They weren’t kidding.
It’s been emotional enough to teach us that it’s okay to not find a house immediately. It’s okay to want to throw in the towel on multiple occasions, or even put off home-buying for several months. Right now there’s nothing holding us down in Georgia. We don’t have family here, so we might even move to a different state for a change of scenery.
And I’m okay with that.
“Throwing in the towel” to me has always equaled failure. Giving up because you were too much of a wuss to put up. For me, it also accompanied lots of shame. I refrained from changing majors for nearly two years in college out of fear of being labeled a failure.
Growing older Life has taught me that deviating from a planned course does not equate failure. It just means that you’re adjusting your sails when you see storm clouds on the horizon, or maybe just a fun distraction. The destination might change. The destination might not change.
What’s important is that that you’re always moving. Towel or no towel.
For now, let’s just use that towel for the beach, mmkay?