The past week has found me without the oomph for output. No pictures were taken this weekend, no enthusiastic documentation was done. I’ve been sitting at the computer for the last hour, searching for links for a big upcoming post. When I push myself to begin writing, I feel anxious and stressed. Then, somehow, I manage to take a step back in realization that…
It’s okay to take a break.
Sometimes my inner critic takes up the blogging whip and begins to flog…If you don’t post consistently and frequently, you’ll lose your readership. If you don’t catch every post that a blog friend writes, you will be out of the loop and further more, you will hurt their feelings. You are easily forgotten in this world of on-demand media entertainment, so keep up your presence. Blah de blah de blahdeblah.
But wait. This isn’t why I started blogging. I started blogging to share my deeper, secret thoughts. Thoughts that contain elements of a poetic, loving, insightful and passionate soul. That soul needs food. Not a slave driver.
Furthermore, this little soul of mine is shy. She’s introverted, quiet, and hesitant to speak. She’s been bullied all her life. At the very least, she doesn’t have to be bullied by ME.
So will you bear with me? In all honesty, it probably won’t have to be for very long…there’s too much goodness in this life to keep to myself. But I want to honor my natural rhythms, my own inner flow. Right now, keeping to an arbitrary schedule that I set to somehow put the bridle on my creativity is making for a very uncooperative horse. So while I set her out to pasture to nibble at the wildflowers, I will leave you with three things.
1. Beautiful Missa (and a sister in shyness) shared this with me recently. A much needed reminder on the hidden power of introversion in an extroverted world:
2. I heard this yesterday and not only was delighted to find a new artist (you may have heard it from Feist, but this is really his song), but in the moment I thought of my own secret heart and how much I want to take care of her.
3. Fern and Leo would like to remind you to enjoy Sour Grass. Indeed, the whole family is addicted. Pluck a flower and put the stem end in your mouth. Trailside lemonade.