The Bug
Good afternoon, my Lovelies! I always start off my blogs asking how y’all have been even though I rarely get a response, and today is no different. I mean, I’d love to hear from you, but if you aren’t comfortable with reaching out, that’s okay. I’m still going to ask because, well, that’s just me. Maybe it’s my upbringing or the manners instilled in me, but I always feel like I make people more comfortable by letting them know that I really do care.
So…how are ya?
Me? I’m floundering (again). You know, I don’t know why it happens in cycles for me, but it does. I mean, there are times that I’m super productive, a total badass and I can get shit done with hardly a thought. Then there are times that I have no idea what I’ve done, when I’ve done it, how I’ve done it, or why I’ve done it. And yes, that is pretty much where I’m at right now.
I just can’t seem to get my shit together, and I don’t know if it’s that I have so much going on that I don’t know which direction to turn, or whether I’m just not putting in enough effort. Either way, the past few weeks have had me pulling out my big red “FAILURE” stamp and putting it on everything I’ve attempted.
In fact, I kind of feel like I could put that stamp on everything that touches my life right now. Marriage, motherhood, family, work, household, and yes, even my author responsibilities? It doesn’t matter which you choose, any or all of it, just ink up that stamp and mark it. And on top of all that, I haven’t been doing too well with taking care of myself, either – in no way, shape, or form.
Like the song says, sometimes you're the windshield...sometimes you're the bug. (I'm definitely the bug right now!)
Now, hopefully, I will get myself together soon and start kicking ass again, but right now I’m the one getting my ass kicked. I’m hoping that my trip next month helps to get me back in the right frame of mind. I mean, what’s better than relaxing by the ocean, right?
Anyway, until my trip, or until I get myself straightened out – whichever happens first - I guess I’ll just keep digging. I’ll either get it together or I’ll have a nice hole for my grave.
Until next time, and as always,
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