By the time you read this, I may be on a warm, private beach. I may be at the calm bay, or chasing and being chased by ocean waves. There may be seals to my left, and Des and Scarlet to my right. Or vice versa. There will be a faint smell of kid sunscreen. I cannot tell you how badly I need this, and how badly I have needed this. We did one quick overnight to Cape Cod in mid July, but I haven’t taken a real break all summer. I’ve been going full speed ahead with blogging and photography and kid-rearing, and friend-making, and more-much-fun-having. As well as birthdays to celebrate and thoughts to process. I am so very tired, but I’m having a last hurrah right now and even if I’m not sleeping and we’re too busy exploring beach towns to rest..
..well, at least I know my early wake-ups will warrant a quick trip to the beach for an ocean sunrise.
And if my days are filled with tantrums and crap-filled swim diapers, I know my stressful afternoons will lead to a different beach on the other side of town for a bay sunset. There will be ice cream too. Before I leave tomorrow (it’s Monday night as I write this), there is much to prepare in the things I hold so dear – packing the kids’ stuff, packing the camera, prepping the blog.
These days, I keep a loose sort of schedule for blog posts.
That is more than I used to do. I used to fly by the seat of my pants, waiting for inspiration to strike as life went on. It worked pretty well for awhile until I got more serious about blogging, and the thoughts in my head filled up even more, and then I added a regular link party or two, and I gained a little structure. I use my iPhone Notes app to loosely write down when I want to blog and what I might want to blog about. I plan two weeks out and sometimes more along the way as new life happens.
It’s not only that I can’t always plan what I want to say and what a day will bring. It’s that I never know how I will feel as well.
It changes. Sometimes it changes by the time I finish a post I started days earlier. Sometimes it changes after only hours.
And that’s what’s so fascinating. The ebb and flow of my mind and the events of the days and how they affect each other and my writing. I never know what will catch my heart in my throat, and on what days and what weeks will life be almost too much, and I’ll react by feeling mostly numb and tired instead. The only real consistency in this is the need to write and photograph.
Today, there’s a flow. There’s a high tide. I’ll be riding this wave right to the seashore. So tell me..something good.
Something, anything good.
I’ll tell (show) you my something good. I’ll tell you that this is what a semi-normal Sunday looks like at my house:
And why not, right? Why not dream of fantastic things..