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Me and the girls in the sun


In all the craziness that is my job and life and kids and husband (who I wanted to beat with a stick repeatedly last week, might I add) I've finally reached that wall.  You know, that wall everyone gets to once in a while.  That wall that makes people seriously consider a break from blogging.  Even looking at my bloglines makes me want to throw up a little rather than the delight I used to have at seeing what all my "imaginary friends" were up to.  I find myself picking through my updated lists and only reading a handful, meanwhile allowing myself to get overwhelmed as the little numbers grow next to everyone else's names.  It's freaky, I tell you.

Despite all of that, I don't think quitting this here blog is really the answer.  Instead, I need to remind myself that this is something I do for pleasure, not as a deadline.  I'm absolutely loving the 30 tiny moments thing, but at the same time, I'm perfectly happy to set it down for a few days, something I never felt allowed to do with the whole National Blog Posting Month thing.  Don't get me wrong, I love a good challenge.  I think I'm just surrounded by too many of them at the moment.  Even my "To Do" list has me slightly blind with terror.   And my kids?  Well, lets just say that Anya grabbed my face the other night, smashed her nose into mine and said, "I don't want you to go to work!"  Then she switched over to begging to come with me.  So yeah, I've found that wall.  And it has some awesome graffiti on it from past bloggers, some of whom have gone the way of the dinosaur.

Ultimately though, blogging gives me something deeply meaningful to my soul... there's an outlet here I know I need.  I think I just need to accept that it's not the FIRST thing I need.  Make sense?  And I think I need to give myself permission to ignore it now and again.  Sadly, that means I also must ignore some of you sometimes and simply strip through my favorite reads for the bare essentials.  That's, quite honestly, the part I hate the most.  I can't even stomach the thought of dropping any of you.  But yet, I just might have to. 

What do you do when there is simply too much on your plate?  How do you distill your life down to the essentials and learn to let go of all the rest?

PS The show opening was brilliant.  I am so in love with this production and our artists, I can't even begin to tell you how proud I am of this work.