A few days ago it was warm enough around these parts to take a long walk in the morning. By “warm enough” I mean that it was above 25 degrees. Like maybe it was 26 degrees. It was warm enough that my face didn’t hurt from the cold.
After a few minutes of doggedly scanning the ground for sudden-icy-spots-threatening-to-send-my-feet-flying and finding few - I relaxed into my walk. Most of the ground still covered in snow, there isn’t much to look at yet, so with zilcho to notice and no icy threats to focus on, my brain was free to….think. My winter brain creaked and sputtered back to life. It was apparently hibernating! I hadn’t even noticed.
- I came up with all the best comebacks and zingers I’d missed all winter!
- For the first time in months I found some ideas for the story I’ve been working on for years – (I might even write them down!)
- I had big thoughts about life and purpose and plans and dreams and stufflikethat
- And I thought about this blog and whether or not I want to keep writing it
So on that last one. I write the blog primarily to get me to write something at all. Very few people read the blog (But HI!!!! I love you and thank YOU for reading it), but I also write it because it’s important to me that somebody read what I write. It makes me write differently. Knowing that somebody will read it.
But the Polar Vortex took over my brain and I haven’t had any interest in writing anything. With the spring, I’m not sure what I’ll feel like writing or if I will much at all. Or maybe I’ll write spring-feverishly. But maybe not here. I don’t know.
My guess is I’ll keep writing here a bit. I’ll update when I cross an item off the list.
Maybe I can just be okay that I write a blog only sometimes.
There will still be small things I’ve been meaning to tell you, after all. Right?
