I'm in a little bit of a blogging slump. I don't know what I want to write about. It doesn't help that every day I log on and read amazing posts and think, "Why can't I write like that?" I'll never be as funny as some of you, or as intellectually incisive as others, or as poignant and moving as others. That doesn't even count the bloggers who are actually published. I've got a bad case of comparisonitis. Wah wah wah.
I'm not asking for sympathetic comments--I just needed to vent. I think it's because I'm stuck in limbo, sick of the summer heat, drained of energy and ideas for things to do with the kids, and school doesn't start for three more weeks.
Here's something I believe: that every one of us has a choice to make. We can either make the world better with our attitude, or worse. I am not saying we can flip a switch and decide to be all LALALA LOOK HOW HAPPY I AM when a tragedy has happened, or when life just sucks, or when you have a brain that doesn't produce the right chemicals to make happiness even possible. But you can decide to do the best you can with what you've been given, and not to make things worse. My medication helps me get up to the baseline of normal; then I still have to choose not to focus on the less-than-wonderful aspects of life. So that is what I am trying to do. I KNOW I am blessed and that I don't have any real problems.
Also, on Wednesday nights our church is starting a family night that includes dinner. I don't have to cook or clean up? Score! That right there makes me happier just thinking about it.
Apropos of nothing--and ridiculously for someone who just complained that she doesn't know what to write about--I've been thinking of getting a Twitter account. But I don't know if I should because a) hello? do I need any more reason to waste time on the computer; and b) would anybody even read my tweets? What do you think?
I think I should just pretend this post never happened, but instead I am going to hit publish.