I've Been Lacking in the Creativity Department
I don't know if it's the winter blues or the semi-cold symptoms, but I haven't felt 100% lately. Thankfully I'm still on my gym kick, but I haven't had motivation to do much else.
Every time I sit down to blog, my mind draws a blank. This is fairly unusual since I always seem to have a lot to say, but lately I've been struggling to write anything. I don't want to write anything political because I don't want to stir the pot. I don't want to write about current news events that I'm passionate about because - again - I don't want to stir the pot. I'd like to write an opinion piece about social media creating a narcissistic and overall less intelligent society, but I don't want to offend anyone (i.e. everyone who takes selfies. Selfies make me cringe every. single. time.). Over dinner tonight I will probably explain "selfies" to my parents and show them some prime examples. It's gonna be a riot.
Moving on....
A few weeks ago, I had the perfect blogging experience only I didn't blog about it. The story involved my two friends from college, their two babies, our dogs, and a chaotic evening that didn't go as expected (I was expecting a nice and relaxing evening drinking wine around a kitchen counter).
The whole evening was somewhat of a nightmare. Otis' behavior was exceptionally embarrassing. I'm not a "baby person" nor is our house baby-proof, so that didn't help matters. Brian was feeling sick that night and, surprisingly, he had no interest in hanging out with five females. Brian headed out to a bar by himself and at this point (almost 10 minutes into our evening) I was wishing I had suggested we all go out to a bar for a few drinks instead of trying to cook dinner at the house.
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Here is where I skip the parts of the evening which involve breastfeeding, pasta being thrown into the air, Otis humping everything, and a really cute baby screaming and crying after 7:30pm.
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Once the evening finally came to a close, I was utterly exhausted and overwhelmed. I was still in my work clothes, I had a very messy kitchen, and I had a hyper dog that had not eaten dinner or been out for a walk. I had the unsettling realization that I never want to have a baby. I had tears welling up in my eyes because I felt nostalgic for the college days when my friends and I could drink and laugh heavily. To top it all off, I imagined Brian out at a bar chatting it up with some attractive girl who didn't have a messy kitchen and a ton of shit to clean. (I now realize that Brian being chatty is a laughable thought; however, I was in a very emotional state at the time).
All it took was a good night's sleep for me to wake up the next day feeling much better. I was happy I got to spend time with my friends. I even thought to myself that I would write a really humorous blog about the chaotic evening.
Week after week went by and I never blogged about it (until now).
I've been lacking in the creativity department.
Also, with Valentine's Day upon us, you'd think I'd be writing some really good poetry, right?
I could write a poem titled "Brian and the One Weekend We Didn't Go to Sharky's" and it could be awesome.
Or I'd do some really creative Valentine's Day-themed baking and share it with you on the blog.
None of this is happening.
There is no creativity anywhere to be found, nor is there any desire.
So I'll just keep reading Gone Girl (excellent book) and wait for my light bulb moment.
Until my creative brain comes back, my blogging may be sporadic and boring. Bear with me, people!
Every time I sit down to blog, my mind draws a blank. This is fairly unusual since I always seem to have a lot to say, but lately I've been struggling to write anything. I don't want to write anything political because I don't want to stir the pot. I don't want to write about current news events that I'm passionate about because - again - I don't want to stir the pot. I'd like to write an opinion piece about social media creating a narcissistic and overall less intelligent society, but I don't want to offend anyone (i.e. everyone who takes selfies. Selfies make me cringe every. single. time.). Over dinner tonight I will probably explain "selfies" to my parents and show them some prime examples. It's gonna be a riot.
Moving on....
A few weeks ago, I had the perfect blogging experience only I didn't blog about it. The story involved my two friends from college, their two babies, our dogs, and a chaotic evening that didn't go as expected (I was expecting a nice and relaxing evening drinking wine around a kitchen counter).
The whole evening was somewhat of a nightmare. Otis' behavior was exceptionally embarrassing. I'm not a "baby person" nor is our house baby-proof, so that didn't help matters. Brian was feeling sick that night and, surprisingly, he had no interest in hanging out with five females. Brian headed out to a bar by himself and at this point (almost 10 minutes into our evening) I was wishing I had suggested we all go out to a bar for a few drinks instead of trying to cook dinner at the house.
-----
Here is where I skip the parts of the evening which involve breastfeeding, pasta being thrown into the air, Otis humping everything, and a really cute baby screaming and crying after 7:30pm.
-----
Once the evening finally came to a close, I was utterly exhausted and overwhelmed. I was still in my work clothes, I had a very messy kitchen, and I had a hyper dog that had not eaten dinner or been out for a walk. I had the unsettling realization that I never want to have a baby. I had tears welling up in my eyes because I felt nostalgic for the college days when my friends and I could drink and laugh heavily. To top it all off, I imagined Brian out at a bar chatting it up with some attractive girl who didn't have a messy kitchen and a ton of shit to clean. (I now realize that Brian being chatty is a laughable thought; however, I was in a very emotional state at the time).
All it took was a good night's sleep for me to wake up the next day feeling much better. I was happy I got to spend time with my friends. I even thought to myself that I would write a really humorous blog about the chaotic evening.
Week after week went by and I never blogged about it (until now).
I've been lacking in the creativity department.
Also, with Valentine's Day upon us, you'd think I'd be writing some really good poetry, right?
I could write a poem titled "Brian and the One Weekend We Didn't Go to Sharky's" and it could be awesome.
Or I'd do some really creative Valentine's Day-themed baking and share it with you on the blog.
None of this is happening.
There is no creativity anywhere to be found, nor is there any desire.
So I'll just keep reading Gone Girl (excellent book) and wait for my light bulb moment.
Until my creative brain comes back, my blogging may be sporadic and boring. Bear with me, people!
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