Welcome to Thursday’s Confessions. A new weekly feature where I confess, before you my sisters and brothers, the silly, the ridiculous and even at times the shameful. Why? Because confession is good for the soul. Even in Blogland.
Confession: I have nothing profound or very interesting to say today. This makes me a bad blogger. Instead of blogging I wish I could invite you all over for cupcakes and lemonade and ask you this instead. I would love to hear what you are doing.
Confession: I have been on pins and needles lately. I am in that weird middle ground where I am back at work but the kids aren’t back at school yet. One foot back in the old routine, one foot out. It is sort of that way with everything right now. Lots of chapters half written, lots of projects half finished or finished but not photographed. Lots of waiting. It makes me antsy and tired.
Also this blasted heat wears a gal out. I think I could crawl into my bed, crank the air down real low and nap my way through all of July. I would think something is wrong, but I feel like this EVERY July. It’s like clockwork. As soon as the 4th is over I am wiped out till mid-August. I think we need a term for this. Something that captures this malaise the way Cabin Fever does for those harsh and lonesome winter months.
Confession: Sometimes I day dream about quitting it all to go and live on my grandmothers porch. It is my happy place. Who wouldn’t want to go live there?