Life has been crazy busy lately. Mostly in a good way.
But any way that shakes up my routine is hard for me to take.
Some folks live for the next adventure, the next exciting social opportunity or the next chance to get out of the house and do something different.
I’m a rut lover. Like cows walking to water I’ll follow that same trail morning til night and never feel like I’m deprived of a single thing.
Life is changing on my little piece of ground. And some of the changes are here to stay. My husband is retired now and home all day.
Quiet space I used to command from morning until night is no longer mine alone. I rarely turn on the TV or listen to music. He loves background noise. I take phone calls the old-fashioned way. He always uses the speaker phone.
It’s an adjustment I haven’t yet figured out how to deal with. But I will.
And there are some good things too!
We don’t have to schedule visits with our children around his work schedule.
We can come and go when we want and stay as long as they will tolerate us.
I have help with heavy lifting.
When I want or need to talk, he’s available and willing to listen.
But writing requires a certain amount of solitude and a huge amount of free headspace to allow ideas to float around, merge, solidify and ultimately flow out onto the page.
All the busy-ness of the past weeks and months have robbed me of the daily rituals of quiet hours to read, to walk and simply think.
And as my faithful readers have noticed, I’ve been sharing old posts more frequently these past weeks. I could simply stop posting each day but I don’t want to do that. As long as I maintain the habit (even by the seat of my pants!) of queuing up something I am fighting to keep my creative juices flowing.
I’m sure that eventually all these new ways of being will work themselves into a routine that allows me time for writing again.
Until then, I appreciate your patience my friends.
Thanks for showing up.