Blogging has been very good for me in terms of mindfulness. It is a state of mind and a way of thinking. When I’m in what I’ve decided to call full blog mode, I experience the world and my surroundings differently; I notice more, absorb more, reflect more, question more and savor more.
I think this is how it works: full blog mode extends natural curiosity, leveraging it into a heightened awareness of the uniqueness of every moment and every experience, whether funny, sad, intriguing, inspiring, beautiful, healing, outrageous or mind-bogglingly bizarre, because I’m looking through the “is this shareable” lens and contemplating how I would capture it.
But I haven’t been in full blog mode in 2023.
I’ve been uber-busy all year, for numerous reasons, many of which are great: both of us at the Glover Gardens empty nest have exciting new jobs and are learning new people and processes, there was a new addition to our family in February (GK#2, a healthy, beautiful and smart baby boy – rejoice!), there’s been lots of business travel, some personal travel and the blessings of family visits and opportunities to babysit and watch our grandboys play and grow.
There have also been some health things that weren’t so great: scary falls and hospital visits for my father-in-law that led to finding a daily caregiver (which was overdue and has been wonderful for him and my mother-in-law), a surprise appendectomy for me that was shoe-horned in between a 3-week business trip and a 12-day 15th anniversary trip for the Grill-Meister and me, and a second COVID case that co-opted Christmas of 2022 and had me starting out in 2023 feeling behind, behind, behind. I still feel behind, and perhaps even a little guilty if I take “me time” to write when there are soooooo many things to do.
Why haven’t I written about all that – isn’t that what a blog is for?
Because full blog mode is a muscle which atrophies quickly, and writer’s block, its mortal enemy, is always ready to sidle in, an uninvited but irritatingly and ever-present hulking beast that lurks, leers and sometimes even lunges if you try to get back into writing. After a period of relative silence, that beast makes it difficult to get back into the see-it-feel-it-share-it cadence that is foundational for bloggers or other writers who create short content frequently. And there’s a soul-killing feeling that you need to produce a masterpiece to make up for the dry spell, a result of the beast’s insidious whispers, which completely kills any inspiration or motivation.
But I know that full blog mode is good for me, and I want to re-embrace that wonderful mindfulness, so today I’m rejecting the must-be-a-masterpiece mindset and killing the writer’s block beast with brusque, intentional keyboard strokes and this short confessional post.
Be gone, beast! You’re not welcome here in Glover Gardens!
Thanks for listening, and look out for my next not-masterpiece soon. 😊
© Glover Gardens, 2023