Happy memories keep me going when everything else is the suck…..
The very sweet Laura e-mailed me yesterday and mentioned that she noticed I hadn’t blogged since Friday and was wondering if everything was alright here in Funkytown. My life the last couple weeks can best be summed up by that old adage: “When it rains, it pours.” Except this time Life skipped the thunderstorm, backed its ass up to the the fire hydrant, turned that sucker on, and aimed 800 gallons per minute directly at my face. I need a vacation.
Realistically though, my little lapse in good luck is nothing compared to what many people go through on a daily basis so I haven’t wanted to spend much time here feeling sorry for myself. Suffice it to say, I’m grateful for so many things and a little run of badness here or there is just the way the cookie crumbles. I know I’m a lucky girl and life, for me, is pretty darn good.
But Laura’s e-mail got me a-ponder (New word? Hee. I love those). See, I’d never thought of myself as a very regular blogger. Not regular enough for anyone to notice if I was “missing”. Unlike many of you, who blog every day and seem chock full of exciting activities and novel ideas, it takes a few days for something interesting to rise to the surface of the slow bubbling crock pot that is my life (no, not crack pot, unless you’re asking the neighborhood witnesses to my front yard “photo shoots”). Yeah, I said it. It seems an appropriate metaphor despite the kitschy 70’s overtones.
There’s always something delicious-smelling, warm and comforting in this pot of my life, but it has to simmer and mingle and frolic in that pot before the full flavor and spice can be appreciated. The tiny seeds of thought in my head and meaningful events that shape my days percolate in the background; sometimes languidly, sometimes germinating in seconds, taking root and spreading in lush vividness until I can’t push them away. When I’m ready, I share. And I always hope, with all my might, that it’s worth the wait.
But something has been occupying my thoughts the last couple weeks away and today seems like a good day to discuss the whole mess. See, even though I blog, I don’t know why I blog. I’ve tried to figure it out but I just can’t. Maybe if I had a clear sense of this I’d be more like those of you who can blog every single day and always have something exciting to talk about. Or would I find myself on the other end of the spectrum with those of you who only blog once a month, or on a more random basis? Maybe your schedule is defined by the reasons that you blog. I’m curious. Truly I am. Because sometimes I feel without purpose here and I wonder what keeps the rest of you going. Fill me in please! I’m dying to know: “Why do you blog?” and what keeps you going?
So, that fire hydrant has slowed to a trickle and I’m back to stirring the pot. Thank you Laura for checking that I’m indeed alive! You’re a dear ;) And I hope to be back with all of you on my regular slow-cooker schedule very soon! Until then: Knit on & prosper!
* I do not speak French so feel free to laugh yourself silly