So I have not been writing much on here. This makes me sad, but is not unusual. Over the past five years my blogging habits have gone through ebbs and flows, like any other thing humans do.
One of the things a youth I met with today said really struck me as true, though. She said that she only writes poetry and songs when she's really happy or really sad. If she's in a normal (or vaguely blah) feeling place, she has trouble writing.
I wonder if I'm not writing as much because I'm feeling generally vague, tired, or something like that? I'm not having the extreme emotional ups and downs I've had in the past couple of years. I'm actually running on a fairly even keel, except for one particular frustration that I can't write about here. It's a new place, and kind of nice, actually. But it means I have to come up with something worthwhile in order to write. Because less is more, right? Or at least, if it's going to be less (volume/frequency) then there should be more (quality).
I am mildly ashamed to say that I abandoned my Lenten Discipline after only 7 days. I just haven't been able to keep that up while I've been sick AND working 50 + hour weeks. It seems that I may be feeling more emotionally balanced but my time is now out-of-whack! ACK! (hehe, rhyme.)
So that's my post for the day, along with this observation:
Every morning I eat my breakfast cereal on the couch, looking out the glass doors of my living room to the lawn. Now the snow has melted and I can see the lawn, which is nice. The last few days, my cats have been looking out the window instead of trying to get into my cereal bowl, because the birds have been hanging out on my balcony. this morning I watched some little birds play and sing while my cats stalked them mercilessly from behind the glass. It was a lovely sunny morning with my favorite cereal.