Falling through the cracks: to be lost or forgotten; to not be noticed or dealt with; to pass unnoticed, to be neglected or unchecked
Wow, that is a pretty accurate and unflattering definition of my life at the moment. It feels like so many things in my life are falling through the cracks. I am feeling very disjointed and disorganized. I would love to lay the blame on situation or circumstance, although sometimes these out of my hands occurrences do contribute, I have to face the cold harsh facts that I am responsible for my mismanagement of time, for neglecting certain duties, refusing to deal with certain realities, or blindly letting things pile up or pass unnoticed, in an essence, I have left myself unchecked. I have lost my vision and forgotten the path I was on. This is a slippery slope indeed.
I woke up this morning with the pressure of an elephant on my chest, an elephant that I invited to sit there, nice! I had the clarity and realization that I had to take action and get back on target. That means I have to cut out anything that is not absolutely necessary to carry out my goal. One of those things that is time consuming to me is this very near and dear blog. One simple post can take me as much as three hours from start to finish, times that by three (the amount of posts I prefer to do per week), and you get nine hours, that my friends is an entire work day!
So, my dear friends, for just the teeniest bit of time I am going to step away from my computer, go cold turkey, and turn my hand to the task of setting a few things back in order and then I can blissfully return to blogging without the nagging guilt. My plan is pluck away at all those ripe old things that have been hanging around on my "to do" vine, working my way to the newest little green sprouts that have cropped up in recent days...
Until the vine is picked clean, well, maybe there will still be a ripe idea or two left to savor in the future...
I know that if I have a week or two or maybe even a few that I can get focused on what I need to accomplish and send that elephant back to the zoo where he belongs. Although, I am thinking he likes living here since this place seems sort of like a zoo at the moment but I will soon resolve that. Thank you for bearing with me with your readership, friendship, love, and support. I know I have not been around in the quality, content, and consistency that we have shared in the past and for that I apologize. This has been a really big transitional year here at the Quill with my daughter getting married (no, I have not forgotten that I have promised to share the wedding!) and my mothers health slipping. My time and attention have been needed on the home front.
I know there are those of you who can just blog your way right through whatever situation you are in but right now I am not at a place where I can't do that. Reality struck hard this week when I came so close to losing a beloved aunt that has been like a mother to me. I need to get some priorities straight to make life easier, richer, and fuller here at the Quill. I am not saying goodbye, just see you later. How much later I cannot say but I am hoping I will reconnect with you sometime in September.