something to talk about.

Lately, it seems like the same post is showing up on all my favorite blogs.  The post about blogger burnout.

It’s the topic of the moment.  While I can’t exactly relate (as I’m an incredibly inconsistent blogger with dreams of actually having this problem), I can understand the general feeling of burnout.  My whole adult life I’ve reinvented my situation every two years.  It’s about the marker of time for me to change positions in the company, for moving, for that sneaking feeling of urgency to stir in my belly that something needs to change.  While I’m in this period of embracing my 30’s (myself) I’m trying to pull that part of me in and figure what I can do with it vs. letting it fill me with unease and continue on making me the nomadic person I’ve always been (thus starting all over).

I actually like where I am right now so that feeling is more or less channeling itself in the form of nesting and trying to hone my creativity.  When I say “hone my creativity” it kind of consists of spray painting 20 year old bedroom furniture, replacing the pulls (harder than it seems) and trying with all my might to conjure a blog post.  I have my cart hitched to a fella who loves *stuff* which goes against every bone in my minimalist loving body.  I don’t have any useful life hacks to provide, tips on spray painting furniture (okay maybe two), tips for decorating, etc.  The scariest thing I’m facing currently is trying to figure out what to make my family for Christmas this year.  And guys, those are all blog posts I’ve considered before realizing it would be three sentences long.

I believe in life there should always be a desire for growth, a learning and a refinement; something to spur you on in your journey.  My journey has always been about fulfilling my desire to *be* (all that I can be?).  You guys remember this post.  It’s a lot like that; there are dreams I have, things I want to make, things I want to contribute to my family and the world.  It’s a little exhausting at times trying to do all of that within the confines of every different set of circumstances and I am so.hard.on.myself.  That brings us to the burnout.  I’m in this grey area of time between my birthday and Christmas where I feel a combination of homesickness/productivity/excitement/boredom all at once.  It’s got me in a funk not easily cured by the usual suspects (food, writing, reading, running).  Frankly, I’m feeling a little lack of inspiration.

Doesn’t it seem so crazy that in this world of over-stimulation someone should find themselves in this situation? I think about that a lot. Anywhere I look I can surely find a modicum of inspiration (I spend a lot of time on the internets, guys) but I can’t seem to translate that into something that I want to say.  Maybe over-stimulation is actually a creativity killer?  I can’t seem to see that far in the future so I don’t know where I’m going with this space but I would hope that we’ll still be here; me sharing my stories with you.

Meantime, I hope you’re all well and I’ll be back soon.

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radio silence

Hey, guys! If you’re still out there, that is. I have been a terrible blogger lately so let me go ahead and offer up some excuses (my favorite, remember) as to why. I intended on writing while I was home in Cleveland for two weeks for work, but every time I thought about it something else came up.

The thing is, I haven’t done anything spectacular lately. In fact, despite potential evidence to the contrary, nothing exceptional has even happened lately. I haven’t even managed to finish a good book. It’s been a pretty lame couple of months. I’m at a complete and utter lack of inspiration.

I just wanted you all to know I haven’t forgotten about this little place. We’re at that point in the year where we’re approaching my favorite season and cabin fever (aka winter blahs) hasn’t yet set in. I’ll be back soon and dazzle you with something that makes you forget about my little sabbatical.

Meantime, here are some other things I haven’t done while I was “gone”: wrote a book; cooked something awesome; run a marathon; bought a dog; gone to Europe; seen a live football game; started a home brewery or become a professional photographer.

stitchfix and a shout-out

Anyone who knows me knows that I’m easily excited.  Maybe you guys know that about me already?  So when I (with added facilitation) stumbled on a little thing called StitchFix, I got really excited about it.  It didn’t take long for me to sign up, get accepted and schedule my first delivery (called a “fix”).  And it’s not just because I hate shopping for myself—cause I really do.  It was more of a chance to have fun with shopping.  When I lived in Ohio, I’d “shop” my sister’s closet and accessories and wonder why I don’t have more fun with what I wear.  The sad truth is that I have an overwhelming amount of grey in my wardrobe and don’t even get me started on the same Target pocket tee I have in every color they make.  And as you may remember, my go-to is to add a scarf to everything.  StitchFix seemed like a chance for me to do one better.  The premise: I fill out a style profile and someone else picks out something on-trend just for me and I get a little “care package” (if you will) of goodies.  It’s like a present (that I pay for).  I can either keep it all, just a few items or send it all back.  I can schedule these fixes as often as my paycheck allows and they can even gear the fixes toward special occasions if I tell them.  Listen, I know that I’m sounding sales-y here but I think it’s a brilliant idea!  Here are my top three reasons why: 1. I’d rather try on clothes in the comfort of my own home; 2. I like getting packages; 3. it’s too easy for me to screw up.

I got my first fix on Saturday and what was inside was exactly my style.  Friends, if you want to check this out, let’s both get credit—shall we?  http://stitchfix.com/sign_up?referrer_id=3109266

Huge thanks to this blogger for the information: Justine at Stop Me if You’ve Heard This One.  Guys, she’s hilarious.  And enviably stylish.