Why Haven’t I Written?

I figured out something at oh-dark-hundred hours as I lay on the couch listening to Wendell pace in his room above me.  It has been over 6 months since I’ve posted, and it certainly hasn’t been for lack of material.

My last post in March, was about my broken foot; there is the conclusion of that adventure.  I have numerous photos taken in the spring as our gardens came to life.  I have genetic testing results for Wendell.  In July, DJ and I painted our pond, complete with pictures.  And the list goes on.

So, what has kept me from sharing?  When I write, I have to think (duh).  The thoughts are not always pleasant.  Thoughts on a particular subject might cause anxiety and stress.  Who needs that?  Other topics make me angry and frustrated.  I can’t just write about happy stuff, my life runs the gamut of emotions.  However, sometimes, I just. don’t. want. to get sucked into the vortex of my thoughts.

Instead, I listen to audio books.  I can do things around the house while listening to a book (although sometimes I sit with the iPad and play games).  I escape my own thoughts and become absorbed in the world created by others. I usually get through 2 books per week, scary.  Often, I have a digital book checked out at the same time, although reading a book is at the rate of one every three weeks.  Still, escape is achieved.

Now that my secret is out, I still can’t promise I will get back into a routine of writing, but, I plan to make an earnest attempt.  Stay tuned, some of what I have might be insightful (at least to me), and I know a few subjects should bring you a chuckle.

Until next time, I’ll leave you with one of my favorite pictures from the summer.  Oh, and why was I on the couch at oh-dark-hundred and why was Wendell pacing?  Patience!