We live in weird times. Some days I feel like the sky is literally falling and the end is nigh. Other times I feel deeply optimistic that everything is not only going to be okay but amazing. Like, we faced our flaws and prejudices and hates and conquered them for good. Of course, then the real world evades again and I want to crawl back into bed and pull the covers over my head. Like I said, weird times.
I’m in a bit of a blogging funk. The blank white screen does not beckon me to fill it up with words to inspire, to dream, to love, to fight but instead taunts me with its vast emptiness. And I succumb to the despair of writer’s block. The real truth is I do have things to say but feel primal screaming in every blog post gets a bit exhausting — for both you and me.
This weekend when I sat down to write today’s post, I had a bunch of great ideas floating around in my brain. They, of course, needed more fleshing out but would make good, solid posts when finished. However, I wasn’t in the mood to write them. Nope. I was feeling goofy and didn’t want to talk about money or mindfulness. I had pep in my step (like my cat, Max, does every day) and wanted to stay in that silly space for a little bit longer. I decided to embrace my goofiness (and write down my post ideas since I’m getting forgetful in my old age), and I’m here to spread happiness today!