Friday, January 16, 2009
January Is The Monday Of The Year
Well, my blog reliability must be bad because people have started emailing to see if I am okay.
Sorry everyone. I'm okay. I'm not depressed, or quitting blogging, or anything. I'm just really, really boring, and I have been reluctant to share this unbelievably dull side of my personality with you all.
My muse, while she hasn't deserted me, she has been terribly busy trying to stay on top of the laundry, lose the 6 pounds that I gained and eradicate the enormous drifts of pet fur that have become the main focus of my day. (Quite frankly, it's astounding to me that all the animals aren't completely bald at this point.)
I have been doing the necessary. Last year ended up being very productive and that also meant that it ended with a remarkable number of unfinished projects as well as finished ones. So one thing I have been up to, is sorting through that quagmire and finishing what I can.I'm trying to get my self psyched up to finish the ones that will take more than 45 minutes, and failing. My Mojo...Where Has It Gone? Into the shallow end of homemaking. In all truth, I simply don't want to start any big projects because I finally got the mess from the holidays picked up.
How dull am I? I have a chore chart that I actually fill out for myself. I quite often vacuum more than once a day. Lately, I drop off more at the thrift store than I buy. Today, I mucked out the most disgusting previously frozen slimy leaf goop from a few areas in the old garden. Doing that, and installing some of those slider shelves in the "snack cabinet" in the kitchen were pretty much the highlights of the whole day. I've read a couple of novels lately, and they were only kinda good. Good enough to finish, but not good enough to recommend.
I am doing that new year reflective thing, where I ask myself where I am going with this bloggy thing, and my crafty thing, and my housewifey thing... Because I like to play this game with myself where I make plans, set goals and then let the winds of life toss me about like one of those crazy, flying, plastic bags. I don't know why I do that, but I always do.
In that vein, I've already started making plans to be done early with my holiday presents again. And I'm clearing out the junk. Still trying to live up to last years resolution. Hopefully I'll get my groove back and unleash the chaos and craftiness, off on to some odd tangent again real soon, or maybe all that is behind me and it's just tidy, organized and dull from here on out. (At which point, I really will have to reconsider blogging all together, because otherwise I could find myself brought up on charges for boring my internet friends to death.)
I just have to remind myself January is sometimes full of extra time and energy and the promise of a year of adventure... But sometimes January is just the Monday of the year, and it's hard to jump up and get going. But Mondays never last forever.