It’s a beautiful Fall Saturday. Cool afternoon, a bit of sun. Don’t have to go to work today. Going to make Chicken and Goo for dinner tonight. I look around — the kitchen is a far cry from what it was when I first woke up this morning. An accumulation of not being home, a full dishwasher I didn’t unload, grocery shopping, various machinery I/we didn’t put back where we found it, all made for a mess one step away from a bomb having gone off. But I sleepily (but thoroughly) cleaned said disaster area, and moved around to work on the other piles that had accumulated from a week’s worth of busy days.
My first downfall was to put on some smooth jazz from Sirius on the telly. Second was to throw a load of laundry to be changed around “later.”
Never do later. Later never comes.
Second — and final — mistake was to go on the computer. Wrote a short piece for a publication, checked my Facebook, then came here. Decided it was time for a new blog look. I’m like the home decorator’s best friend. If I could move every so often and decorate a new place to live I would. Not that I would feel as home as I do now — it’s just that I love playing with space and color and atmosphere.
That’s probably because I’m never satisfied with where I am.
I mean, I AM happy. I AM blessed. I DO love my house and the view and the music and my decorations and most of my wardrobe. But being a creative sprite means I always want to tinker with things. Not knowing what I want half the time, I tinker to the point where I mess things up and forget what was there originally. A writer always edits and rewrites and clarifies just where their story is going. A good blogger has a path, a destination in mind when they share thoughts and words. An artist knows if their painting will be modern or traditional. And they are good with that.
Me? I have a dozen things I want to do and not enough time to develop any of them. I love this blog…this is what I want to do. I want to share laughs and insights and the weirdness of the world as I get older. But I also have a photography blog in mind…something to do with faeries and nature paths and mystical hiding places. I’d also like to do a blog that shares eclectic pieces of the world (poetry, images, thoughts) in a more delicate sort of way. (Like one of the blogs I follow….http://davidkanigan.com/… Lead, Learn, Live…go check it out). I also thought about starting a blog that would highlight some of my writing through the years.
But who has time to create all these things? I thought of changing this blog theme today, and did nothing but waste two hours of time trying to adapt a new style, none of which tickled my fancy. I would have been better off doing research or writing something or looking at images. Now the afternoon is winding down and the laundry needs to be switched and the Livingroom could use a vacuuming and the bathroom definitely needs a wiping down.
Do you all have pretzeled moments like this? As a creative sprite I’m sure you must, although the form the pretzel takes is molded more around your lifestyle. I love my life and everything…I believe that all these loose threads of creativity are here for me to collect and make something out of when the time is right. At least I have fun in the planning stages.
My last creative flourish earlier was to type in “fantastic images” into Yahoo just for the beans of it. I downloaded the first one that made me say “wow”…for no other reason than I found it creative. Consider that creative itch scratched (for now.)
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ditto to both…
We’re alike…always creating and tinkering and altering and frittering the time away on who knows what. But I’ve come to accept, like you, that it’s all good…all of it… 🙂
Thanks for the kind words Claudia. And a separate note, tou say: “That’s probably because I’m never satisfied with where I am.” And I shake my head. Me too. Me too.
I love this look! And I relate to the message…
If I could reclaim the time I’ve spent testing out new blog themes, I could write a 10,000-word short story. Sigh.
But now I must know, what is ‘chicken and goo’?