I skipped posting last week. I didn’t have a particularly good reason. I just didn’t feel like it. Oh, there was a topic I considered, took some notes down. I just didn’t want to do it. Didn’t want to take pictures or dig out old photos. Didn’t want to be esoteric or write another woe is me post. Just didn’t want to.
Some of my blogger friends take sabbaticals from their blogs. They may be gone for a few days or a few weeks depending on how the mood strikes them. I’d like to think it was a sabbatical, but I’m not sure that’s true.
I think it was a temper tantrum. That doesn’t sound very “spiritually evolved” does it? I guess we all have our moments.
I felt like a pouty kid most of last week. I made chocolate chip cookies. (Well, they didn’t exactly turn out like cookies but the chocolate chip cookie roll-ups I ended up with were tasty all the same.) I may have eaten the entire batch over the course of the last week all by myself.
I didn’t take a total break from writing. I posted a review or two on LisaSpiralReads. I commented on a few blogs. I wrote feedback on a ritual. I did my morning pages. I just didn’t write my blog. My pouting can’t be considered a bid for attention since there is no one here but me and Orion and I didn’t expect him to notice. And with blogging it’s writing that gets comments, not not writing!
I didn’t exactly do nothing. Over the course of the week I’ve seen 3 doctors (two of mine one of Orion’s), managed to get the laundry through the wash, dealt with Orion getting his antibiotics back at his day program, talked through an Imbolc ritual, held a class, done some meditation work, played cards with friends and gotten dinner on the table every night. I also spent a lot of the time being a zombie in front of the tv or playing video games.
Like most temper tantrums by the time I got to the end of it I began to think this was harder on me than writing the blog would have been. Maybe it was. Still, sometimes I just need a good pout. At least I don’t feel like I need a vacation from my vacation.
I can’t say I’m rested and rejuvenated, but I am ready to face the world again. So today a blog about Nothing.
Do you ever find yourself taking an unscheduled time out? Have a temper tantrum? Pout just for the sake of pouting?
As you all know from my last posting I’ve spent the last week in writers hell. Many trips to the library and lovely conversations with reference librarians later I’ve at least got the appropriate information to create citations. I do not, however, have anything in my head worth writing about.
I thought about a mother’s day posting, but then it’s post mother’s day and that just didn’t make much sense. I thought about writing about stress, but my stresses are minor compared to those of my friends. I’ve got close friends dealing with cancer, the loss of a grandparent, the violent loss of a cousin, and the likely loss of a child. It’s no wonder I didn’t get much sleep last week, but in relative terms I’ve got nothing to complain about.
This feels like a week of “hurry up and wait.” I’m busy, I have a long “to do” list. I just don’t feel the forward progress. Maybe when I finish with those damn citations and turn in the edited manuscript that will change. The list is filled with household tasks, laundry, grocery shopping and dealing with the lawn and those on going things are not nearly as rewarding as finishing a chapter in a book or hearing from the publisher.
I’ve taken a few other stabs at the blog for this week but there isn’t anything that warrants a second look. I’ve been doing a lot of other writing. I put together a class or two. I’m getting a workshop proposal drafted. I’m reading and responding to notes and blogs that I’m reading. Maybe that’s why I just feel like a chat. I’ll give up trying to find something profound to say. Let’s sip some tea and shoot the breeze and enjoy the summery weather.