30 Days Ago
My last post was *gasp* 30 days ago?
The last time I attempted anything written was probably 30 days ago. It’s not been easy “getting back in the saddle” as they say. It’s almost like I’m content with not writing. Like, it’s easier to not write.
I can’t believe I just said that. Easier to not write? It’s easier to not breathe, too, I’m sure.
It’s just been a helluva spring, really. Even my lawn’s been neglected. Three weeks without mowing the front yard made us those kind of neighbors. The ones that bring your property value down. Except for last night. The property values are back up. I mowed the front yard, not just once, but twice within the hour. And weed wacked. And edged. And obliterated the annoying grass/weeds that grow out of the cracks of our driveway. It looks neat and clean. Even our neighbor came out and said, “your yard looks very nice.”
And I said, “your property value is back up, so if you try to sell again, you will!”
All this not-doing was because of track season, softball season and randomly rainy weather. It was the perfect trifecta of getting nothing done. The weekend afternoons I could mow, it would rain. The evenings when I didn’t have track meets, I would be at a softball game. The evenings when it was beautiful warm weather, I was at track meets. It was fun in a pull-your-hair-out kind of way. Not a bad pull-your-hair-out, just, well…it was like being in one of those fair rides when you spin in a circle and the floor drops out beneath you. It’s fun, but then it just starts getting stressful. Nauseating, really. And you start whispering to yourself with your head between your knees, “I just want to go home.”
The goal is: that stops this weekend.
I’m done not doing yoga, so I woke up at 8:30 this morning to start my summer routine. My goal was to write, but I needed to break through the barrier of “but I haven’t written anything in a month, it’s too hard.” Now that I’ve done that with this is fairly boring post, tomorrow morning I will commence with the yoga, but add in some serious writing time. Like, seriously.