I’ve been slacking off on the ol’ bloggeroo lately.
And not without reason. Lack of inspiration, for instance. Who uses words like ol’ bloggeroo? What is this, the old west?
But lack of inspiration and absence of good words aren’t the only reasons I’ve been slacking. I’m past the timeliness of 2013 recap posts, past the Happy New Year posts, and I can’t bother to write out goals for myself, much less put my dear blog readers through the agony of reading what I have planned for myself this year. I don’t really have a plan, anyway. You’re welcome, Mom.
I’m slacking because of that tried-and-true condition that never fails.
Not on writing, oh, dear reader, never on writing. But on doing. Doing according to a timeline. Keeping my eye on the calendar and blowing through tasks like I’m in some sort of Amazing Race of my own, except there’s no Phil Keoghan at the end to inform me that I’ve made it or I’m the last to arrive at my destination, ending the game for me – because I’m the only contestant and this game will never end for me.
And because blog posting requires a timeline – okay, a self-imposed timeline, but one nonetheless – I put it aside, too, in favor of getting caught up on Facebook and Twitter silliness, reading books, becoming one with all the food and wine in the house, and reading all the magazines, oh, Entertainment Weekly, why must you come every week?
There are crumbs littering the floor, tumbleweeds of hair and dust from all the people and animals that have been through my house in the past week or so rolling ahead of my footsteps. There are fingerprints on windows, red and green candy foil on the rug, glitter everywhere OMG THE GLITTER and all the Christmas décor is still out.
I’m burned out on doing stuff.
And while my coffee and I sit here and wonder just how much longer I can stand seeing the stockings hung by the chimney with less care than I’d like, I just thought I’d let you know.
Here’s to 2014 and getting back into the swing of things. Cheers!
|OMG we have the worst Christmas decorations.|