Size Seven Shoes

It isn't that there aren't things I want to say. It's just I keep having trouble on how to say them.  And then I procrastinate, and procrastinate some more. So it never gets put down into writing. And the lull on this blog continues to fester.  There's also my indecision on what to do about my Wordpress blog. I do love that blog still, and it holds great sentimental value since it had its beginnings in a birthday gift that was given to me by my husband very early on in our marriage.  Sigh.  But... the ads.  The ads ruin it.  Anyway, back to THIS blog, I still can't figure out when something is significant enough to warrant a blog post honestly.  I do just want to write.  But I want it to NOT be boring or uneventful but my life feels rife with ordinary things.  I've an ex-colleague or two or more who have published books. Who carry out successful freelance careers. Who have admirable hobbies and accolades and every other thing that I don't....

 If only it really existed.  This little bit of hopefulness, playfulness that's just round the bend.  Those things that if you wish for hard enough, would actually come true. Just because it is so.  That in the dreariness of every day living, there could be an escape just waiting for you. With a blink of an eye, a gasp, a twirl, a leap... something would emerge.  Something lovely and fluffy and kind. Comforting and welcoming and enduring.  I could really use a dose of whimsy and magic today. 

Whatever happened to the days when people just wrote about themselves and their lives candidly, without too much concern for how polished it would appear, or how much engagement it would stimulate online?  I know it's unlikely there will ever be a similar season once again, but I do miss the era where blogs reigned supreme. I probably have said this before in past blog posts, but I guess the sentiment never goes away and keeps bubbling back up to the surface.  So I just keep bringing it up.  I recall a time growing up where so many people in my life owned personal blogs and actually made time to frequently update them. It was great being able to have such a huge writing community, so to speak. I mean, they didn't all think of writing in as fond a manner as I do, but nevertheless they wrote.  And words are my kind of romance.  Most of us even had a special corner of our blog where we would showcase a list of all our friend's blogs.  It was a great shortcut t...

 ... and I'm wondering where You are.  How fully occupied spaces now seem vacant.  And undeniable evidence has dwindled to the point of questionable existence.  While everyone carries on, like not a thing has changed Oh, but it feels like  Everything has. 

Some time back I signed up for an editorial mentorship program. I literally registered for it, and promptly forgot all about it. That is, until lately, when I received an email saying that I'd been granted a place to join the next cohort for the program.  I still wonder if I made the right decision to join such a program. The reason being I'm not certain if I'll be committed enough to see it through, given the way my life goes at the moment. Mostly because it's so wrapped up with my kids and whatever is going on in their lives.  Yet I tell myself, I'll regret for not trying.  So fingers crossed that something good will come out of the next few months, and that I'll have the determination to see everything through to its completion.  I still love being in editorial. My love for writing endures, though I would say I continue to disappoint myself with the lack of quality as well as output that can be attributed to my name.  I remember yet the tone a friend of mine ...