There are others’ blogs I’d like to share, new Galleries I’d like to showcase, photos I’d love to show you, topics I’d like to yammer about.
But I can only take me one day at a time.
It’s not like I know a whole lot about anything. I am one of those who dabble in a dozen things at one time and am neither an expert nor a consistent follower in most. But how can one not want to share other’s creativities?
I get so excited when I see other blogs and the things they’ve created. The thoughts they’ve had. The discoveries they’ve made. And I want to show you what I’ve found.
I’m sure what I see and experience is only the tip of the iceberg out there. But it’s the seeing and experiencing that wears me out.
When I look from the outside in, it all looks quirky and fun and a little bit on the wild side. Who wouldn’t love to have this much enthusiasm for sharing?
But looking out from inside, I’m exhausted.
Like I said in last week’s blog, I’m Too Old To Be This Busy, this “do ten things at one time” makes me tired. Makes my brain tired.
Working 9-5 used to make me tired. Raising my kids made me tired. Now running on creativity makes me tired. I know it’s not some blood disease; I work closely with my doctor to make sure all my meds are in line and appropriate.
It’s the mental chatter that sometimes drives me nuts.
Write a blog! Find a new unique artist for the Gallery! Create a page for your crafts in case you ever sell them! Figure out PayPal! Take some product pictures! Call your friend to see if she got the job! Make a ledger! Read some blogs!
See what I mean? The list is endless.
I’m not really complaining. As a matter of fact, I’m excited that others are finding their rhythms and doing their thing and being creative while juggling a dozen other tasks too. Like I always say. I LOVE creativity. No matter what you’re creating, editing, fixing, refinishing, making, crocheting, painting, I love that you’re doing something.
I just need to calm down a little and share things one at a time. Do something and complete something. I can’t leave dangling participles out there looking for something to modify.
And just what is a dangling participle, you ask? Here’s a few from Thought Co.:
- Oozing slowly across the floor, Marvin watched the salad dressing.
- Coming out of the market, the bananas fell on the pavement.
- She handed out brownies to the children stored in plastic containers
- I smelled the oysters coming down the stairs for dinner.
If my mind doesn’t slow down soon, I’ll be doing all of the above.