I can’t think of anything to write lately.
This morning I decided to go through my drafts, maybe pull a quick post from there, just to keep the blog going.
There are 54 drafts. 54! That’s a ridiculous number.
They all vary in different degrees of completion, and some are little more than a prompt. But an idea with no substance doesn’t add up to much.
It’s not that life hasn’t been happening.
Of course it has.
It’s that most of my life has been happening in my head.
Musings, what-ifs, possibilities and dead ends.
I talked to one of my best friends the other day who asked my what else was going on after we had updated each other on the basics; kids, husbands, jobs.
“Um, nothing, really,” I replied, because the truth is that nothing really is happening.
Just a restless mind making up things to spend time thinking about.
And when everything that’s happening in your life is just something in your mind….there’s not really that much to write about.
Does this ever happen to you?