But, there is no such excuse.
Really, it's just been a little of this and a little of that which has been keeping me from sitting down and writing
Little things like…
I've been getting caught up on the latest issue of one of my favorite newsletters that I receive electronically every other month. This is the prairie muffin in me who dreams of raising a flock of chickens.
I've been speaking at a couple Childbirth Education Classes sponsored by a local hospital about what the value of doula services. I was out twice this week, at night (prime blogging time) to "plug doulas". This is of course a worthwhile venture and perfectly justifies why I haven't written anything new.
I've also been helping Mike a bit with his job search. I have contacted a couple of very talented artist friends of ours who are currently helping him in the creative category of a possibly very exciting business opportunity that he is working towards. I'm not ready to reveal this yet, but think lots of color and eco-friendly (okay, it's eco-friendly interior paints). Certainly any good help-meet to her husband would be doing the same sort of thing, right?
But really what it boils down to is that I have not been all that motivated to write. My friend Amanda posted about blogs and comparisons and reading posts that resonate with you. It really struck a chord and this is what sometimes leaves me paralyzed at my little keyboard
"Surely what I have to say is not nearly as intriguing as what ____ has to say.”
"My menial efforts at sewing pale in comparison to what ____ has created."
"Everyone is probably sick and tired of me saying how much I love being home with and homeschooling my children.”
These are those little lies that play over and over in my head when I think about something that I have to say
Iknow, I know. They are lies and everyone has something worthwhile to share. Someone, somewhere may read some little measly little blog post about how I like to watch birds with my children in the morning while we’re still in our pajamas out our front window and that all the neighbors probably thing we’re trying to spy on them and they may be able to relate and want to know more (terrible example, I know).