If I could insert a cricket sound right here I would. So maybe just imagine the chirping of crickets while you stare at my boring blog for a moment.
It’s not that I don’t like writing any more, because I do. It’s not that I’ve forgotten about my blog, because I haven’t. It’s just that I find when my mind is going a gazillion miles a minute it’s difficult to put things into words. It’s harder to get one droplet of water on your hand from a running tap then it is to catch one when it’s lightly spitting outside. Sometimes it’s better to stay silent for a while to let your thoughts twist and turn as they will. I get nervous that if I start writing the flood gates will be opened and then you’ll all wonder what the heck is wrong with me. I wonder what the heck is wrong with me. Wouldn’t an off switch be nice?
Because if it isn’t my brain, it’s the kids. If it isn’t the kids, it’s the house. If it isn’t the house, its the husband (whom I love very much). If it isn’t the husband, its everything else. It’s never ending. My day ends, but it doesn’t. It’s all right there when I wake-up. More often then not, it’s still there when I’m dreaming (and I’ve been having some crazy dreams).
Sometimes it’s just easier to not process things through writing, however much I miss it. I do miss it. I will be back. I can’t escape my need to write and get things out. That will always be there.
Having a baby also makes it much harder to sit for more than 5 minutes at a time.