I forgot again. I took it seriously, and that made it too hard to do anything. See, whenever I start telling myself that this has to be a real blog, that there needs to be real content and that people will only read what's valuable information, that I have to be serious and also that I have to sell my services (hey! buy my services!) and do it all right, it all goes to h-e-double-hockey-sticks. Look! There I go again!
So, then, I forget to write. Or rather, I CAN'T write. because it won't be good enough.
That's all bunk. Because this is MY blog. and you are reading it.
I had a thought tonight, when I was thinking about gardening and what a chore it is. "I hate gardening," I thought. And then I stopped. "No, I hate having to garden. I wish it could be fun, like it was when I was little. When I was just playing."
I need to just play. Play blog writer. Play mom. Play consultant, teacher, storyteller. I need to play "professional lady going to work," and gardener and wife and dog owner. When I'm playing at those things, they're fun. I feel light and free, and things are possible.
What are you playing?
Hi. That's me. I write, sometimes, about parenting, storytelling, and about living a life with stories.