Well, here I am, up in the middle of the night, wanting to be a blogger again. It’s been a tough time lately. I find myself worrying that I may not be able to continue taking care of myself; energy so scarce and erratic. I have so much — this comforting house, this lovely garden — my companion critters, who are fed and watered and petted, but no walks in weeks. Months, even.
It’s one of those periods where I can do only one thing every few days. Even just taking a shower is exhausting. How am I to keep house, take good care of these animal friends, and write or take photos or do anything else as well?
I’ve lost my way.
I miss the satisfaction I used to get from this activity, from the creativity and thinking and virtual companionship it brings me. But it takes energy, too, doing this. Can I find anything useful — hopeful — to say?
And the long absence makes it feel overwhelming again. So many changes. TypePad has added lots of new features; there are new ‘places’ all over the web — too many tools, too many ‘social networks’. Things don’t come naturally anymore; I’ve forgotten. It seems I need to begin all over, redesign, rethink. Re-Be.
I’m considering sending for Lorelle’s new book, just to goose me. Reminders, inspirations. Maybe something to get me going again?
And a serious prune of the blogs I read, and the sites I’ve joined. There’s so much, it’s hard to choose. Especially when friends are scattered throughout all these places and tools and toys.
Emerging, again?
Or just overwhelmed??
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