I hope it’s not weird, but I don’t have much to say.
I am finding that after expressing 30,000 + words for the book, that I just don’t have that much to say.
I find myself in a bit of a predicament. I want to tell you all about it, want to write about the things I learned about time, my Faith, my husband, and the Lord’s provision, but I truly have a hard time pulling posts together.
So here I am: writing about not writing.
Instead of focusing on that feeling, though, I am simply trying to soak up some inspiration and time with my family. We have cuddled, stayed up late, cleaned, shopped, and drank way too much hot chocolate.
Instead of sitting around moping, I’m spending some time in my home decor books and magazines, and walking around the house with fresh eyes. I’m trying to identify which areas I’d like to tweak, and which spaces need finishing. Looking for ways to make our home work even better for us.
This funk is kind of nice.
During the last four months, my work for the shop has been mostly done at night, and in between writing spells. It felt good to spend some time in there last week during the daylight hours, and I’ve been pulling together some quick pics i snapped of our holiday displays. Can’t wait to show you all of those! And I’ve been in a flurry of decorating around our house. I’d love to show you every single room in our home for our Christmas Home Tour…would be something else if I could get that much cleaned at one time.
There’s always something left to do, something I should be doing, something I need to do…
But for now, I’ll just be. I’ll be in and out of here the next week or so as we readjust to our “normal” life.
Says the internet-employed blogger/homebody/oregano-oil-using, paint splattered homeschooler.