A Confession...

I have been a bad blog mother lately. In fact, if this blog were actually my child I would be sent to the authorities for neglect. Not abandonment though. For I do visit here each day to look through old posts, see how many of my readers are still tuning in, and to find inspiration. Neglect, maybe; but not abandon. Nurturing is so not my bag.

Let's just be completely honest, I have been lazy. I show up, read what other bloggers are doing with their lives and then claim to be uninspired to write anything about my own. I use that as an excuse, a crutch. Being uninspired, having writer's block, these are not new notions. Nor do they only happen to a select few. They happen to everyone, and what makes writers become successful is their ability to push through it. I have that ability, I just haven't been using it. I know what I want to say but I just don't want to form thoughts into words. This is my problem, too, with conversation. My Type A personality doesn't want to say a lot of words, hear a lot of words, or speak in long conversations with people. Get in, say it, and be done. I'm likely not listening to you anyway. My attention span is elsewhere these days. I call it my 'internal phase'.

Wow - can someone get this girl a sun lamp?!

Despite how my tone might read, I am not under a bitter spell of depression. My nurture just got buried under the winter soil. I have found my shovel and plan to put it to use. Good things are coming this way:  Baking, gift wrapping, and decorating the most perfectly round ten foot Christmas tree in the history of all my Christmases. The nurture might take work, but my holiday spirit is running strong!

Thank you for sticking with me,
Yours ever-gratefully,
Ginger