I feel like I should be putting construction signs up around this blog. Or “Woman Working” signs. Then again, maybe they should say, “Woman Hibernating” instead. In any case, watch your step.
I’m taking a social media break for the month of November, and meant to have this post out a few days ago by way of a little love letter/”see you soon!” note to you. But life happened. So I’m fudging my own rules a little bit to post this, and then I’m taking a break from the interwebs. I’ve done this sort of thing before. Sometimes it’s because I’ve gotten grouchy about Facebook. Usually it’s because I feel my time is being eaten alive. Every time, I feel like Ishmael retreating from the sea. I get down in the mouth, crotchety and more curmudgeonly than usual, and realize that I need to set sail on the inward seas of introspection to sort out my soul-junk.
The past few weeks have passed in an exhausted blur, and it’s time to buckle down and hunker down and maybe party on down all by my own bad self. It’s time to put the garden to bed for the winter–to weed, tidy, plow, mulch, cover. It’s time to tidy the garden of my mind as well, though that garden never lies dormant.
Once again, I find myself needing to take stock of what I’m doing here, what I hope to achieve. I want to make sure that what I have to offer is the best I can possibly give. Lately, I’ve been feeling colossally unmotivated, as if I have nothing worthwhile to say. When this happens, it’s a good sign that instead of pushing myself to push out content, it’s time to take a step back and reassess.
I am immensely grateful for the gift of your time and thoughtfulness. I am always touched when someone reads and comments–this world is so very busy, and our time so very valuable and scarce most days. Thank you for reading, for hanging out with the dragons and me. It’s my plan that we’ll be back in December, refreshed and reinvigorated, with new and sparkly magic for you.
Until then, blessings and warm wishes.