I feel ridiculous admitting it. I've been in a slump; not just in blogging but in life. Work has been miserable and as much as I'd like to think I let it go when I walk out the door to head home-I just don't. After seventeen years it's just hard, ya know?
I blame it on my phone. No, really. I spend way too much time looking at the seemingly perfect lives of all the women living in blogland and instagram-land and I feel. Jealous. Alone. Inadequate. Lost. It's like being in JAIL.
(disclaimer: I know how the internet/blogging/photos work. What you see isn't necessarily what is accurate.)
Who I really blame is me; I've been allowing myself to wallow in self pity way too long. I'm making it a priority to work on it this month.
My goals for the month:
Instead of waiting for a strike of inspiration to hit with the latest, greatest design/craft/invention I will, instead, do what everyone else is doing and hope for the process of making to turn into something unique and my own.
put. down. the. phone.
Last night during tv time Thom had to rewind no less than three times because I kept missing the punch line or a funny nuance because I was perusing Instagram. I'm also guilty of looking down at it during car rides and every. single. moment a conversation lags.
Do you know I've started 5 books this year and haven't finished one of them? Seriously. I had all these 40 goals this year (because I'm turning 40 in December) and I've not started/completed any of them. I'm almost halfway through the year. Ugh.
Here. I love blogging-even if no one is reading. Journaling. It's been way too long since I've sat down with pen and paper and just wrote.
I have a niece and nephew who are growing way too fast (Ty will be a high schooler in just 6 days!!). I'm really missing the opportunity of being in their lives more.