Monday, July 18, 2011

Hi again.

I've been wracking my brain lately, trying to figure out why I'm so depressingly un-motivated to blog these days. It's weird. Every time I sit down to try and write, the tongue in my head that goes wag-wag-wag all day long, suddenly dries up and cleaves to the roof of my... mind. All that constant undercurrent of thoughts just slows to a trickle. An uninteresting and uninspiring trickle.

I think it just might be that the clamor and chaos of my life has abruptly reached critical mass in the last month and I now no longer have any room at all in my head for my own thoughts. In any moment that there is no childish clatter all-but-drowning out Me, I necessarily use up the last of my available energy to just Be. There's nothing left for creating anything to share.

I am only vaguely unhappy about this. Or perhaps guilty might be a better word. Vaguely guilty for allowing this part of Me to fade out... die off...without putting up a fight even. But mostly my life is too full of other things to spend much time bothering about it.

And yet, all my life is littered through with things that I've quit, as I move on to new and other interests. A veritable Hansel and Gretel trail of unfinished projects, littering the forest, showing the path back to... what? The Me that finds security in always having a little more to do than I can possibly accomplish, thus always avoiding that lonely insecure feeling of "what now?"

So I mostly (but not all) want to push through, shove off this listlessness, this creative langor that has settled around my mind, and return again to the siren call of the Words and the Stories. To persevere, for once, in this one project, at least. To continue to create a record of myself and my family. To make some kind of mark, however faint.

We'll see how long that lasts...




4 comments:

Niecey said...

I feel the same way lately.

Herb of Grace said...

That's kinda funny :) I was thinking earlier how much I miss your blogging, friend. Hope you don't quit. I won't if you don't. Deal?

Rebecca Walsh said...

I do hope you continue to blog (forever!), but I completely understand. I don't know why, but I have been feeling the exact same way lately - actually, for a while now. But I certainly don't have anything like the child-chaos you do, so I don't know what my problem is...

Gramoni said...

Grandmom always said, "Nursing babies makes you shy." I found I lost certain abilities--like sewing--when I was raising small children. It is a time of life not unlike being in a different world than the ordinary one of cause and effect, of work and production. Your body goes without your mind. (It's a good thing! No one would intentionally, rationally proceed into the sleepless, hormonal whirlwind that is the first few years of a baby's life.) Your appetites are different. Your sensitivities are different. Your perceptions are different. And your poor, forlorn, sleep-deprived mind is subject to all of that. Poor baby!