Nothing To See Here

I am having a case of the uninspired.

It has been a week where not much of note is happening, and I have sat down to write on numerous occasions only to realize that I have nothing to say.

It has been a hard week. I have not been in a good place in my head this week, for various reasons, some imagined and some real. I have been fighting periods of feeling frustrated and blue and crabby. A lot of the time, I have not been at my best. Mostly I have been just kind of uninspired.

We all go through times in our lives that are just kind of “down”. Maybe we’re tired, maybe we’re not healthy, maybe we have money woes… there are so many things that can influence your mood as an adult. I look at Stinkerbelle, who goes from the pinnacle of joy to the depths of despair at the change of a DVD, and while I am grateful my moods don’t have such extremes, I am kind of envious of the simplicity of it all. “Hurray! Things are GREAT!” “No, WAIT!! Things are TERRIBLE!!” She does not fret over bills, or her weight, or whether the lawn and garden are being overrun by weeds, or something that somebody said or did or didn’t say or didn’t do.

It would be nice, sometimes, to have things be so simple, wouldn’t it?

Sometimes I feel the need to disconnect. My online life of email and blogs and communities and news can be a source of great interest and enjoyment for me. But then, there are periods where it seems like my tolerance meter shows “full” and suddenly the news I read all seems to be bad and people in communities are just being annoying and people on their blogs are all whining about stupid stuff.

(Like now, for instance. “Hello Kettle? This is Pot. You’re black.”)

So I haven’t got anything useful to say.

My daughter sits here, happily colouring in crayon all over photos in a photo album. And occasionally licking them. (It’s hers. It was a gift. She can do with it what she wants. I am under explicit orders.) Maybe that’s the answer. A little simplicity in thought and deed might do me some good this week.

Or maybe not. Bills and budgets and health problems and the like need to be dealt with. The “forget about it and it will go away” approach tends to not work so well when you are a grown up.

But a little simplicity, for brief periods in the day, might do a world of good, if only to lighten one’s mood.

It couldn’t hurt.

The problems and worries and woes will still be there afterwards, though. There’s a flaw in that plan. But at least one might feel a little more relaxed, a little better able to cope.

So for now, I am short of inspired. But to illustrate, with remarkable accuracy, what I have been feeling recently, I encourage you to go read this post. I didn’t write it, but it looks JUST LIKE MY LIFE SOME DAYS. (Please note: While the illustrations might LOOK just like me, they are NOT, in fact, ME. I know. It’s scary how close they are.)