Husband: What's your plans for tonight?
Me: I dunno. I want to blog. I haven't blogged in so long, but I have nothing to say.
Husband: You have plenty to say. Say that you don't know what to write about. Talk about everything that's been going on your mind.
Me: No. I don't want to tell the invisible world all of my business. It's too personal. And I don't want to show and tell, so....I have nothing to write about.
Husband: Good writers take risks. You gotta put yourself out there.
Me: I don't want to put myself out there.
And that's it. That's me. Right now. I don't want to take the time to show you my little projects completed around the house. My knitted cowl, the state of my garden beds, Bea's fresh new quilt that I began working on last year, how excited I am thinking about homeschooling Bea next year, living room updates, etc, etc.
I'm here, living my little life. It's quite ordinary and not very exciting. I'm slow and plucky.
"Comparison is the thief of joy." Right? Oh, yes. So, I'm not speaking with judgement, just matter of fact.
My book pile is probably shorter than yours just because I know my habits and getting over ambitious with stacks of books only leads to more surfaces that collect dust, ahem. My family meals, more repetitive and basic. My attempts at excersicing, eh...some weeks are better than others. My knitting projects, I might average one a year. My garden, always half-ass. My bees, strong and independent. Come to think of it, a lot like my Bea. My house, kinda cute but a little wonky too.
If you ever wanted a run of the mill kind of person as a blogger, I'm your gal. I specialize in nothing and truly dabble in it all!
Beyond the actions of my day, there are thoughts, there are anxieties, there are hopes and dreams (both realized and not), bills to pay, and ponderings about what could possibly be my magnum opus in this life (yes, we read and reread a lot of Charlotte's Web around here!)
We toodle along. One load of laundry, one sink of soapy water at a time. Small items checked off. I love you's. Pillow forts. Sing alongs. And stories. Cup after cup of tea. Drowsy evenings. Warm tuck-ins. And then we do it again. Happily. Luckily. Blessed.
And so it appears there is not much to report back on. And yet, strangely enough, there is everything to report back on.
Maybe more soon.