Nothing like starting a blog, loving it, and then diving into a full time job. I am a big fan of telling people that if you love something, you find time for it. I like to tell this to mothers who say they don’t have time to read. Well, I say, “Just get 15 minutes less sleep a night.” I do follow this rule, by the way. I give up ½ hour to an hour of sleep a night because I love reading. I am humbled a bit now though, knocked off my “if you love something . . .” soap-box, if you will. Here’s the problem. Sometimes you just love too many things, and you have lots of kids, and mountains of laundry!
I get up at 5:30 or 6 to pack lunches and get four of us ready to head out the door. Every day this week, my morning routine has also included dressing a kindergartner while he was still sleeping. He could not wake up! We all get home in time to make dinner, do homework, bathe kids, put kids to bed, and then I usually have jewelry to make for my business. I am not even including laundry, grocery shopping, bill paying, dog hair vacuuming, and toilet scrubbing. I crash after ½ hour of reading and then we do it all again.
Let me say this – I know this is not unusual, and most of you are probably thinking, “Yeah. So what?!” I realize this is the plight of most of us. But then I ask this, friends – From where in the hell do we pull out all this time to do the things we love? For the last week, my exercise routine has consisted of squats while I’m brushing my teeth and lunges when I have to take a note to a teacher and no one is looking. I love cooking, reading, creating, exercise, snuggling my kids, dancing, etc. There are not enough hours!
I also love writing. Having a blog appeals to me. I can take an experience and put it into one compact piece. When I write, I gain a bit of distance from my own story. I can stand back and examine it, pass it around, let others chew on it, and get their response, hear how my story connects with theirs. It is a wonder to take these larger things around us, lasso them in, trim off the ugly edges and then show them off. I think I love Facebook for this reason – as much as I fought it at first, and despite the fact that some people are still way over-sharing -”The horrible gas I had is better now.”, or under-sharing “I had salad for lunch”. It is a chance to keep up with other’s ongoing stories. I want more: more stories, more of your stories, more of my stories, more of this gigantic, collective story we are all living.
So I am going to try again to fit in this silly thing that I love. I. Will. Blog. Maybe not every day, and I may have to do more lunges down the halls of Palouse Prairie School, and I may have to try beading with my toes, while cooking dinner for my family, but I want to write. I want to collect my stories into compact, examine-able groups of words, and blogging seems to help me do that. Big sigh. Here I go . . . again.