Went to see a movie, Lars and the Real Girl, my kind of movie! Great character sketches, premise and plot, but admittedly not a movie for everyone. You see, Lars is a man who is only able to love a “love doll.” Lars is one mixed up puppy, albeit a lovable one. Lars needs therapy. But there’s hope for Lars.
When I began this blog, I was undecided how I wanted it to go or even what I wanted to write about, but figured it would come in time. It did and it didn’t. Now I find myself wondering why I do it at all. I’ve made some really nice friends in the blogosphere and that’s a good thing.
Have I not written what I really want to write? Maybe. Or maybe I’m not smart enough to write what I’d really like to say. Maybe even after reaching my ripe old age of 65 I still don’t know diddley squat as Grannie Leona would be inclined to put it. If that’s the case, then do I really want the whole wide world to know that I don’t know it?
I think I suffer a little bit of burnout trying to do too many things at one time. There are a few other things I haven’t had time for lately that call to me now.
I want to piddle around in the sewing room, maybe finish up those three squares of a 12 square quilt top, make a rag doll for my granddaughter–something far more meaningful than those plastic lead-painted versions out of China, and a Jedi-cape for my grandson who’s really into Darth Vader, Princess Laya and Luke Skywalker and plays them all with equal dramatic flair. He used to like dressing like a bear to go to school. But then the costume got too small. Or maybe he outgrew it.
So I think the best thing I can do for now is strive for more balance in this new phase of life, take more time to piddle and poke around to see what else there is I want to do. Posting picayune stuff doesn’t appeal to me right now, so it’s probably a good time to take a little breather.
Lately I find I’ve been putting too much pressure on myself to write and post almost daily. I’ll write and post something when I have something to say – which is what I set out to do in the first place. Hopefully that’ll be about three times a week. Makes sense, doesn’t it? One thing I know for sure: life can be really good if you just quit pushing yourself too hard. I’m starting right now. Like Lars, there’s hope for me.