I haven’t thought about blogging since that last post in September. Not even once. Life has rather taken over. I suppose I finally reached a place where I didn’t need to share those internal thoughts. But now the creative need is returning. Thoughts are a-bubbling (although that might have more to do with my role as a witch in a local production of the play “Wyrd Sisters”).
Watch this space. New projects might appear. With the emphasis on might. There are no promises here.
Today’s treat: seeing the autumn leaves catch the wind and twirl in perfect circles like a mini tornado of orange. Beautiful.
This perfection was topped up by the sun peaking through the morning mist.
Beautiful things I have seen this morning:
A flock of birds wheeling overhead;
A spider in her web, sparkling with fresh morning dew;
The flock of sheep munching breakfast;
My favourite pink jacket;
My beautiful old dog;
The sun peaking through the morning sea mist;
Two crows sitting on a lamppost;
Marigolds and fuschias brightening up the gardens;
Patches of brilliant blue sky poking through;
Two wood pigeons flying together through life;
Not bad in just an hour or so!
Oh sod it. I give up. Today is the day I finally recognised what I’ve tried to put off for much, much too long. I am a procrastinator. Give me a task to do and I will happily put it off. Show me something fun to do and I will find reasons why I can’t. No more. I refuse to procrastinate on this issue.
And this is me, refusing. Instead I am grabbing the bull by the horns. I am creating ideas. I am writing this. Not for you (sorry) but for me. This will be a reminder of the day when I turned round and said: ENOUGH. Enough putting it off, enough researching, enough of spending time my closest friend analysis paralysis (I love that phrase) and enough talking myself out of every idea I’ve ever managed to have.
I refuse to be put back in my box.
I will take action. I will move forward. I will change. I will set myself free. I will live.