I haven’t written anything much lately.
I’m not sure what the deal is there.
I’ve got a few ideas, a few drafts, a few posts on the go. But every time I come here to write something I stop.
And then I more than likely click over to Twitter. Or Pinterest. Or probably your blog. But then I don’t comment. Rude, aren’t I? Your blog is fantastic by the way. I loved your last post. But commenting would mean engaging, and that’s not in line with what I’m doing at the moment.
I am procrastinating.
There are things I should’ve written by now.
Sometimes for me it still feels like the year hasn’t even started.
I know, I know, we’re almost done with February.
I have a bazillion things going on in my head.
I just need to pick something and run with it.
I need this.
This outlet. This space. This practice. This stimulation. This connection.
I know it’s good for me.
So why can’t I seem to get my act together? Why am I all over the shop?
What am I avoiding here?
Maybe I need to look into that.