1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..
OK, are you ready? Please give us your best five minutes on:::
If you’ve noticed, there haven’t been a lot of blog entries in the last couple months. It’s not because I don’t have enough to write about. I definitely do. But life has just been a bit of a mess lately, and I’ve been in that “I keep spinning, and I’m not sure what way to get off to make the most efficient exit” mode.
My house is a disaster (not that it’s a new thing)
I’m dealing with a bit of a wave of my post-natal depression again (medicated, but I’m worried I may need a boost on it)
I feel like I’m falling behind at work (partially due to the depression)
We’ve had some financial hits with vet bills and car accidents lately, wearing me down mentally.
So yeah… things are a mess. And I need to start picking things up. The problem is that I just don’t quite know where to start. My husband has his ideas – he’s more of a project person. Clean out the basement, clean out the garage, etc. I’m more of a maintenance person – get the kitchen scrubbed, get the laundry done. I have a hard time seeing the projects until the maintenance is done. He’s the opposite.
So what are we doing? Sitting around because we’re both overwhelmed and not getting ANY of it done.
And of course – the mess is definitely not going to take care of itself, unless by taking care of itself means it just keeps creeping and growing.
I’d originally planned on going up to Celebration of Needlework tomorrow to escape with friends for a day of stitching, but a combination of factors have nixed that idea. Maybe it’s just that internal nudge to get me focusing on the mess. Get a little of it done – anything. Just start somewhere. Feel accomplished that one thing’s off the list.
Maybe then I won’t feel so blocked, and can get back to writing. And stitching. And feeling a bit better. Which will lead me to getting more of the mess done… and the positive cycle will continue.
I don’t need perfect. I’m never going to be the Martha Stewart homemaker, nor do I want to be. But I’d like to reign in the crazy a little bit… just a little bit.
I guess it’s time to grab the trash bag and the broom and get to it then…