I've hit a wall recently. I have so many drafts right now just sitting in my dashboard. So many topics I want to discuss, and stories I want to tell, but I just can't seem to get my mind in the right place to finish a sentence, let alone an entire post on anything meaningful. I continue to hit backspace because I'm just not getting my thoughts out in a way that makes any kind of sense.
So I apologize for the crickets lately. Truth? I have been kind of checked out of blogging for a few weeks now. I mean, I'm going through the motions, but I have so much on my mind and so much going on I feel like blogging has sort of taken a backseat. Well, I should say that writing has taken a back seat. Because I'm still very much involved with the blogging community/networking and reading of blogs. I'm just struggling with finding the words to express what's going on in my mind.
And that begs the question, how much of my rational & irrational thoughts should I even dump into this blog? At what point does it become just jibberish that no one (including myself) will want to read?
I face the question, should I sit down and write all about my failures as a Mother? Or how I am scared to death to start teaching a Rizzmic class at my gym? Or how I'm re-evaluating my 'career' as a photographer? Or my spiritual well-being?
Should I just sit and watch another episode of Supernatural and zone out for the night because I'm so freakin' exhuasted from running around with the kids, burning 800 calories at the gym, learning and memorizing new choreography for my class, running a photography business, running a blog, all WHILE trying to keep some sort of cleanliness in my home and be a wife to my Husband. (longest run-on sentence ever, sorry)
It all just gets to be a lot, you know what I'm sayin'? Maybe I'm just trying to do too much.
All I can say at this point is that I can't WAIT for the vacations we have coming up. We're going to Idaho in a couple of weeks to visit my Husband's family. In August, we're taking an adults only trip to the Oregon Coast, and in September I'm heading to Atlanta for the Type-A Parent Conference. Least I have a lot to look forward to.
But in the meantime, I hope I get my mojo back soon.
And because I can't post without a photo, you get a ridiculous selfie of me in my workout clothes, because I feel like I live in them. Oh and I don't even know why I'm throwing up a peace sign.
Gosh that felt good just to ramble.