part one: bah humbug
Lately, I’ve been dragging. I know it’s practically a sin to say it, but—get ready—I’m bored.
There’s nothing new under the sun! No snow, no warm weather, no rain! No games, no books, no movies! No projects, no plans, no ponderations!
It’s just me and the kids, a bunch of sore throats and snotty noses, a constant feeling of tiredness (I’m not one of the ones with a snotty nose, either), a wicked case of un-motivation (because what is there to be motivated for?). The same floors to vacuum, the same belly dance workout moves, the same mouths to feed, the same blog to write on, the same disputes to settle, the same, same, same.
I think I might hate winter.
I think I might be whining.
I think whining is unattractive and boring, so I’ll stop now.
P.S. Maybe I’m going through chocolate cream pie withdrawal?
I need a kick in the pants. I need inspiration. I need some chutzpah, some pizazz, some of that old-fashioned pull-myself-up-by-my-bootstraps umph.
I always tell my kids that boredom is okay. It breeds ideas and creativity and energy.
Ground needs to lie fallow. People do, too, I guess.
I hate lying fallow. It’s boring. (Oops, I’m complaining again.)
But I bet something good will come of this.
Stay tuned. Expect great things. (Don’t ask me what.)
NOW, The End. For reals.
(part three: the little piggy
Don’t worry about me. I’m really quite fine. I just needed to wallow a little.)