Lately, I've been in such a funk. A blogging funk (if you couldn't tell), a life funk...just a big, fat 'ol funk.
(Let's see how many times can I say the word 'funk' in two sentences. ;) )
I've been thinking long and hard lately about closing the doors on LWTB
(Ha, I've never used an acronym for my blog before. It looks so weird.) Anyways...
I just don't know what to do. I feel like I have nothing to write about anymore. Other than posts about
Isabella, I don't have much else for some reason....hence, my funk.
I read a lot of blogs out there in a blogland, and I love reading each and every one of them. But lately, I find myself thinking that
my writing sucks. And, if I don't want to read/write my own blog, why would anyone else? I wish I was the type of writer that really knew how to engage an audience. From the very first sentence, to everything in between...some writers/bloggers just really suck you in. And, I love that. But, I'm not like that. And, no matter how hard to try, I don't think I'll ever be a good writer like that.
And, this brings me to my life funk.
My entire life, I've never felt like I was really 'good' at anything. I know so many people who have a passion for many things, or at least one thing...photography, writing, art, crafts, their job,
something. I don't have one thing that's just
mine (Other than being a mom, of course, which is hands down the greatest thing I've ever done in my life. Truly.) I feel like I've tried to dabble in so many different things (photography, sewing, crocheting), but I just can't seem to get the hang of it and give up. I know, my own fault, right? But, sometimes it just really makes me feel down about myself. Silly, I know.
Another funk I've been in lately is the friend funk. I don't have a best friend. I never really have. I have 2
really good friends that I've known for years, and I would call them MY best friend, but, they wouldn't call me THEIR best friend, because they already have someone else their closer to. Am I making sense?? And, it doesn't help that one of them lives in San Diego. And, my sister lives in San Francisco. So, those friends that you call up and tell everything to, or drop everything for and run to their side when you just need someone to vent/cry/laugh/drink with? Mine are 3,000 miles away. I hate that.
(Side note: I'm not saying any of this or putting this out there as a 'woe is me....pity me' type of thing. It's just the honest truth and how I've been feeling a lot lately, and I needed to get it out. That is all.)
So, I don't really know what I'm looking for here. I just wanted to get it all out, and see if that would help in getting myself out of this funk. Who knows. We'll see, I guess. I want to be able to blog every day. Heck, I'd love to do it just once or twice a week even! But, after working all day, playing with Isabella as much as possible, and then eating dinner, washing the dishes/bottles, laundry, I don't have much in me by the time I sit down at 9/10pm at night. I'm pooped! But, such is life, right?
(Honestly, I give all you mom bloggers out there SO much credit. I don't know how you do it.) I just really need to figure things out and get some more 'me' time in each day. Hopefully that will help!
Well, if you got this far without closing your browser...thank you. Seriously. If felt good to get that off my chest. :-)