One Foot In Front of the Other

That pretty much explains how I'm doing. Just taking it day to day. I'm good. Happy, even. Just can't seem to get real excited about much of anything… at least, not enough to blog it. I feel I'm letting down my blog. I think of several posts a day, but they never seem to make it to the page. Not even to the draft stage.

It isn't as though I've abandoned it for some other means of communication. I don't Twitter, and although I've got a Myspace and Facebook account, I rarely pop in to do anything there. As a matter of fact, I don't think I've done a thing on Myspace. Just set up the account so I could view someone else's page they wanted me to see. *shrug* I did more with Facebook when my dad was in the hospital, just because I have many relatives on there and it was a quick way to keep them all updated on what was going on with him. Now that I don't have that responsibility, I can't seem to get very enthusiastic about it. I hear people talking about Mafia Wars and Eggs and things and I think, "oh, that sounds like fun"… then never get around to actually participating.

I've been in my head a lot lately as well, it seems. I've had some long talks with my kids and my hubs and I'm trying to think of ways to get those things out of my head and onto the page. Some days I wonder if that isn't how a person with some disabilities feel… the knowing what you want to say, but just not being able to get it out of you in a way that is understandable by others. How frustrating it must be. Me? I'm not exactly frustrated, but am having that experience where it is just on the tip of my tongue, but can't seem to make it from there to my fingertips to the computer to the page. Okay, are you completely confused now? If so, then you know EXACTLY what I mean…

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8 thoughts on “One Foot In Front of the Other”

  1. Instead of trying to think of “something to blog” you might want to try what I am going to start doing – the picture of the day.

    Very shortly I intend to start taking one picture a day and posting it with a blog post around it – even if it’s only one line. I’m just kinda waiting for my real camera to get back. LOL.

    This way you don’t have to think of something to blog (maybe just something to take a picture of…) and you think about something else instead of what is happening around you (or not happening as the case may be).

    Just a thought. 😉

  2. Considering the shocks and changes in your life this year, I think you’re just managing that. Grief has a lot of stages and takes its own sweet time. Sometimes it just takes a while for your emotions to recover. Sometimes you change in ways you didn’t expect.

    So, yeah, don’t quit but don’t feel pressured. This is your place to talk. Or smash your hands on the keys. Whatever.

    We’ll wait. 🙂

  3. I think we forget sometimes that our blogs are there for a reason: for us to put down our thoughts. We worry too much about pleasing our readers and don’t think of ourselves enough. Be selfish and write or DON’T write as YOU please. Your readers will be here and support you in whatever way we can.

  4. I think about you and I feel guilty for not dropping you a note and checking in. I guess that state of exhausted creativity is one we are all familiar with… I miss my blog time. I really do. I think I’m coming back to it.

  5. For me, that was why I started blogging in the first place even though I wasn’t specifically talking about death/loss. I have a few posts in the archives but I mostly just talked abut what was on my mind. I feel like I vented a lot of that out already, so now I struggle with what to post about. I think it will just “hit” you when you are ready.

  6. You’re not letting anybody down. Heck, I just got back to blogging after months off – and a year or more before that. It’s your blog, so it’s all about you! 🙂

    And I’m glad to come back and see you’re still here and doing well!

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