So, yeah. The Blogging Mojo has returned. I’m enjoying writing when I write, I’m walking away when I need to, and it’s a good stress free place for me to be. Well, relatively stress free. Ok, stress reduced. Like when you take diet pills, it reduces the amount you want to eat, but you still eat to live. I don’t think it’s possible to write without some amount of stress, but it doesn’t have to be bad stress, and it doesn’t have to be a lot of stress. Certainly not so much stress that you (I) sit in front of the computer like a pole-axed cow, unable to come up with a coherent paragraph.
Was that a coherent paragraph? LOL!!
So, writing and enjoying it! I am down to five daily blogs now, and I am hoping to be able to devote enough time and energy to them to get them back in line with the vision I have for them. You know… I didn’t intend for this post to turn spiritual, but a word in season and all that…the Bible says that without a vision the people perish. In this instance, vision is referring to a goal or direction, and people is referring to the Israelite nation, but I am pretty certain that the principle can be expanded. When I lose my vision for my family, my home and children suffer. When I lose my vision for my work, my blogs stink. When I lose my vision of God, my whole self is in turmoil.
Umm, where did that come from? Totally not what I had in mind for this post, but lets go with it. Working is not a bad thing. Totally is isn’t, but there is a time to work and time to do other things. My mother told me that I had hurt her feelings several times when she would want me to do something with her and I said I had to work. My kids wanted me to hang with them, but I was always “working”. Such things ought not so to be. Work should not be the be all and end all of your life. I always said people first, but clearly that wasn’t where my actual priorities were laying. In truth, I had set myself up with a load that was impossible to bear. I’ll do less and do it better, and that will be best all around. (BTW Mama, you have hurt my feelings several time when I said I wanted to do something, and you were all in your pajamas already and didn’t want to get dressed. Just sayin’)
I’m still behind, just so we are clear, and I still need to write my to-do list, catch up, wash 48 loads of laundry, and clean the kitchen. And plan Monday’s pack meeting. But I also need to rock a baby, hang out and watch tv with the older kids, and read or knit for myself. Yep, for myself. Work is something to corral and confine, something to get finished, so you can get on with life, sometimes it’s something to set aside unfinished for more important things. It isn’t life itself.