I did it again

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?

What changes drudgery to fun? You can recapture the joy of childhood with one easy shift.