Recently, I had a blogging epiphany. I call it a blog-iphany. I really like making up words, in case you haven't noticed. My favorite so far this year is crapalanch, but blog-iphany works better for this particular moment. And in other useless and amusing facts, whenever I tell CG I had an epiphany, he asks if it hurt. Yep, we're classy.
Anyway, back to the blog-iphany. I haven't been blogging much lately. Surely that has been devastating to all, but I just haven't done it. And it's not like I don't have anything to blog about. I have lots of half posts and random stuff floating around in my brain just begging to be blogged. But I haven't done it.
And do you know why?!?!
I do...now. I've realized that I seem to not allow myself to blog much unless everything else is done. Everything. And everything...that's a lot of stuff that needs to be done.
There are two problems with this. Well, at least I'm going to talk about two of them. The first problem is fairly obvious. I NEVER GET EVERYTHING DONE!!! EVER!!! It is nigh unto impossible to get everything done. At least for me it is. And I'm assuming it's that way for most people. The "to do list" is never ending. For every one thing I accomplish, I usually end up adding two more things. Let's pretend that makes me ambitious. Not neurotic.
And secondly, the whole reason I started blogging was as a creative outlet for my creative self. And to talk about my kids. It's one of the few creative things I can do that isn't messy or time consuming. And it doesn't usually require a trip to the craft store. Or the fabric store. Or the emergency room.
I need to have some sort of creative outlet so that my brain, or what's left of it, doesn't implode. And to deny myself that just because there are no clean dishes or underwear in the house doesn't seem quite right. Clean dishes and underwear are good and all, but I still need to have some priorities.
Of course, I'm not saying that this means that I'll be blogging a lot more from now on. No promises or threats. But I will be trying to feel less guilty about spending 10 minutes to write a riveting blog post for all of us to enjoy. And if you don't hear from me in a while then you'll know that my house is a disaster and I'm trapped under a mountain of laundry and guilt. But I'll get out eventually....