An old friend recently asked me why I haven't been blogging.
Well, I've been a bit depressed since the holidays, so that's why.
I've had an internal struggle with how much of myself I want to share in public, and how I wish to spend my time.
I've been wrestling with whether or not I'm even comfortable with how I feel about anything, and how much of my struggle is okay to make visible to my children, since they're around me all the time. I am not a good actor; I wear my heart on my sleeve. So, I'm sure they've picked up on my melancholia.* It's for this reason I've never been a fan of the idea that homeschooling is the answer for everyone, and even though I wince a little when people say "I couldn't do that," I simultaneously wonder if I'm making a good choice.
February is always hard for me, and thank goodness it is over. I decided this year I would leap into February and hope for the best, but my birthday (very early in the month) hadn't even arrived before something awful happened. And, it didn't even happen to me, but to people who are very dear to me.
Last February was terrible, too, with implications for quite a few of my friends and family. And so I feel a bit like a bad luck charm, but I know it has nothing to do with me at all.
But anyway, it has me pondering various aspects of my existence and rearranging my priorities.
Life just seems too short to spend time reading about how blogger A is disrespectful to his readers and blogger B needs to go screw herself, or how eating a little bit of sugar is going to cause us all to rot from the inside out. I kind of wish more people would decide that it's not worth wasting our precious hours giving these actions and ideas any support. Feeding that type of energy absolutely will rot us from the inside out.
I post all this in the interest of transparency. I don't get a lot of hits on my blog, but I have enough that I would hate anyone to come away thinking I totally have my poo-poo together, because I don't. I'm thoroughly human.
I'm trying to rebuild.
Two words (for anyone who has seen So I Married An Axe Murderer): Thera Pee.
For me, this will take the form of art, and at the very least a small, if not permanent, hiatus from health discussion groups (I think -- I have an ancestor with the surname Fickel, so that's my excuse). Here is my first watercolor painting in twenty-four years or so (using 29-year old watercolors):
*Another word for "melancholia" is "lugubriousness" which makes me giggle a little bit, and thus defeats the purpose. :)
Well done, and you made me smile. Thank you.
Hooray. That makes me smile!ReplyDelete
:) Keep taking care of yourself!ReplyDelete
I love "And so I married an ax murderer." I still refer to the Weekly World News as "the paper" and Sputnik always makes me think, "it's all round and yet pointy in places." :)ReplyDelete
As for your health and melancholy, hang in there. If you need anything, please lmk. Even if it's just an ear or a cup of coffee or a playdate.
I am always in need of both coffee and playdates.ReplyDelete
Yes, I also think of the Weekly World News as "The Paper" and know every line of that movie by heart. Occasionally I get Mike Myers singing "If you want my body..." stuck in my head, in a loop, until all of a sudden, my brain inserts, "We have a piper down!"
I think I found The Meadows once.