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.