I've been trying to live the crap out of life. That's the short version of where I've been the last few weeks.
The longer version? You know how when you've been in and out of town or had people coming in to visit, how suddenly all your routines get thrown off and then you feel hopelessly behind for the rest of the week? I've been totally overwhelmed because not only did Matt and I take a little weekend trip a few weeks ago, but the following weekend his parents and a few other relatives came in to visit us, and we had a blast exploring new things in Virginia. Especially breweries. There were a lot of trips to breweries over those two weekends.
I'll be sharing more about both of those trips over the next few weeks, hopefully. The photo above is from Monticello, in Charlottesville. The tulips were blooming, and I took about a thousand photos of the flower I love so much I named my business after it. What up Thomas Jefferson. (I mean, I'm no longer actively running that business, but still.)
The other long version is that sometimes I just get really overwhelmed, and then blogging starts to feel like a frivolous, pointless obligation instead of something I do for fun. I know it's not. I love looking back at things I've done and felt and tried, and my family loves seeing what kinds of stuff I've been doing, and I love the outlet of getting things out of my muddled head and onto the page. I love reading other people's stories too, though when I disappear from my own space, chances are good I'm not commenting either. But I'm always reading.
I'm not the best at taking care of myself, allowing myself rest. I always want to go go go, get more done, see more things, be all things to all people.
So I'm going to try harder to cut myself some slack when I get overwhelmed, maybe not try so hard to stick to a writing schedule (you're laughing right now, going "what schedule? pah!") and just post when I have something to say or a new adventure to share.
But if I disappear again, know I'll always come back. Unless I get hit by a blimp or eaten by a bear or something. (Apparently there was a bear that went running through downtown a couple years ago. I hear the best stories from my co-workers. I don't know what happened to the bear, but I hope it's okay. And that no one was hurt.)
What do you do when you're overwhelmed? What things do you find restful?