Maybe I’m Just All Talk

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I am trying to show that I am not just all talk. So far I am not succeeding. I’ve missed another two more days of the Ultimate Blog Challenge. Life is full of distractions. Even help for procrastination is just another such trap. I, and probably everybody else like to think there is a reason and a solution. So I read article after article, take quizzes and check out apps. And at the end of all that, I realized that I’ve wasted much time on nothing. I could have used that time to throw out some junk, write a post, knit a few stitches…

I’ve finally come to my keyboard but probably not to my senses. Life is hard. I’ve come to the conclusion that I have been so wrong in so many ways and things. I am confused at how to be and where to go. It is difficult to know where the where is and how to get there. Probably when I get there, there isn’t a there. So I’m a bit stuck in another quagmire. It doesn’t help that my computer is not cooperating. I’m stuttering along. There is no flow.

But I have pecked out a few words. I’m working on a plan. I need a plan or else I will sink to the bottom of the lagoon. I’m picking up the scarf I started a year or two ago. I can’t quite believe that I’ve only knitted 5 rows. It’s a start. The100DayProject starts February 22. I’ve decided on sewing a logcabin quilt square/day. I have gathered together some fabrics I’ve accumulated over the years. I’m ready. I’m a tad more than just talk.

QUAGMIRE – DAY 285 in a year of…

Day 285-May 9, 2017 @9:43 am

I’m in a quagmire of procrastination. Caught in stagnation of unable or no desire to go forward, sideways or backwards. So here I sit, hoping to tap away my blues. Don’t get me wrong. I might sound morose and am feeling morose, but I’m A-okay. It’s the flux and flow of my nature. It’s what’s out there in the universe. It’s what’s in me. Sometimes there are blue skies. Sometimes there’s not. There’s cycles of the seasons. There’s the cycles of me.

I’ve been navigating my ship for awhile now. I’ve learned the ropes, when to ease and trim the sails. I’ve read the manuals and chartered the course. There are times when there are too many storms. I’m blown off course and/or too fatigued. I’ve allowed myself extra time and more rest. It feels as if I’m stuck but I’m just going at a different pace, in a different direction. I’m going with the wind.

I’m feeling a little better, a little unstuck. I’m learning not to fight the nature of things. Everything in good time. The world is still spinning around and around. I don’t need to. I can sit and stay for awhile.