I’ve been in a slump lately, not wanting to go anywhere or do anything, including writing. It’s like my brain’s been wrapped in cotton, stuck in a glass jar, and placed on a high shelf in a dark room. There is no spark, no passion. I just want to be.
I’ve learned not to force it when I’m like that. It’s a rare mood, but it will pass. In the meantime, I plan to indulge my lazier habits without guilt.
The Kindle is loaded with books to read, and Netflix is only a remote click away. Every time I pass the dining room table, I stop to place a few puzzle pieces; I’ll finish it soon, but I’m in no hurry.
That pretty much sums it up: I’m in no hurry right now.
How odd! All my life I’ve been a Type A crazy person, rushing here, running there, obsessed with meeting deadlines and goals, and now I don’t have any unless I’m editing. Then I stick to a schedule and work hard, but otherwise? As the title says: meh.
I’m taking a vacation from everything, including this blog. A cotton-wrapped brain doesn’t want to come up with things to write about, and it’s not even excited about photography at the moment.
I’ll be back in a few weeks. Until I bump into you again, I wish you joy in the last few weeks of summer. In many parts of the country, temps are thinking about dropping as we march toward the season of falling leaves. Enjoy it while it lasts!