At the beginning of this year I made a wee promise to myself in relation to this blog: I will post regularly. Up until the last post, I was doing reasonably well; not frequent but at least regular. Then it all fell apart.
I don’t have any good excuses. It just happened.
Partially, I have been distracted by thinking about my future. It means I am unable, and unwilling, to think too hard about anything else.
I don’t like posting when I have not thought something through and much of what thinking I did do this month was only half thought. I will probably find this post unsatisfactory when it’s done, but I have decided I should write, and post, irrespective. It will be what it is, and then I will be back here writing posts that will interest you and satisfy me, again.
Partially, I have been focussed on the mundane aspects of existence. Eating, sleeping, working. And repeat. It does not make for exciting writing, nor is it overly inspiring. I spend my workday planning what I will eat for supper. I spend my time cooking my supper thinking about my workday. I spend my time eating my supper feeling sleepy. I sleep dreamlessly and wake unrefreshed.
Partially, I have been obsessively on Facebook. I am learning to regulate myself – but I do have an addictive personality. It’s frightening when the first thought on getting home is: I wonder if so-and-so has played their move in our Scrabble game?
Partially, my partner and I have been making the most of English summers. This means disappearing Friday evenings, or early Saturday mornings to some public-transport-accessible part of England and happily rambling about, and not arriving home until late Sunday, when we have vegemite on toast for tea.
And partially, I have not written on this blog because I have been missing my family too much. When I start thinking of something that I could write on this blog, or something about my family, the corners of my mouth edge downwards and my bottom lip juts out. This blog is too much about my family, and too much about Brisbane. I haven’t worked out how to move it on yet, or if I want to. I’m just avoiding confronting the emotions by avoiding the space. It’s a tried and true coping mechanism.