"Boys are found everywhere—on top of, underneath, inside of, climbing on, swinging from, running around or jumping to. Mothers love them, little girls hate them, older sisters and brothers tolerate them, adults ignore them and Heaven protects them. A boy is Truth with dirt on its face, Beauty with a cut on its finger, Wisdom with bubble gum in its hair
and the Hope of the future with a frog in its pocket."
Author: Alan Beck

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Another month....

We spend our days practicing our wall climbing abilities.

I've been trying, really I have. 

There have been several times throughout this past month where I wondered if I would ever blog again.  I think back to the times when I used to write several times in the same week.  I remember how the words just flowed, and how I never needed to think about a topic, yet choose from the outpouring.

And it felt so good.

I took a look this morning at the old blog.  I smiled and laughed as I read posts from the past few years.  And then I wondered if I would ever be able to write like that again.

Suddenly I feel as if my creative side is lost.  Of course, I could find several topics to write about - how college is harder when you're in your mid 30's, how challenging it is to get an entire bottle of 'sunscream' out of your carpet, how I wonder if my children are the only ones who eat ALL DAY LONG, how my kids find random push pins & tacks and chase each other with them when I can't even find a pen, how I've never been this exhausted in my life, or how my three year-old locked me out of the house twice this week.

And those are the reasons why I haven't blogged in so long.  Who in their right mind would ever want to read something like that?  Whining...in writing form. Something I made a vow to never do.

And so I sit.

And try to think of a way to write like I used to.

Hoping it will all come back.


1 comment:

  1. Awww... I feel your pain. And miss your writing. And hope you get your mojo back. Mine's lost somewhere as well. Hang in there!