Life is but a Dream

Imagine cruising on the lake in a little sailboat. It tips upside down landing the sail in the water. After going into a mild panic while getting untangled from the ropes, you swim to the surface to avoid drowning and begin to flip the boat back to standing. Once locating the center daggerboard and giving it a good pull, the mast reemerges from the water, allowing you to breath and continue the voyage.

Row, row, row your boat, right?

Recently, I've likewise needed to pull my metaphorical boat back upright when things didn't go according to plan. As with every development, we have options when these unremarkable situations come to surface:

• We can aimlessly charge ahead full speed and hope for the best.

• We can swim toward a new path and pray that different circumstances look more appealing.

• We can peer backwards to reminisce in search of a clearer perspective.

• Or we can start a blog. Let's consider this project "blog therapy."

For someone who reads like its my job, I thought it might be high time to try a hand at writing more. With that said, what are blogs, anyway? Are they merely published diaries, or clever ways to share tutorials, or a means to sell items through brilliant journalism? Does there need to be a purpose to simply write?

After waking at 2am and gathering my thoughts to go back to sleep, I began to notate a list of articles I might be capable of thoughtfully producing in a bloggish forum, such as this. Do writers post every day, or every week? When do writers know when their blogging days are done?

Yes, I realize it’s my first post and I’m already wondering when this endeavor will end.

For now, my goal is to successfully publish 100 weekly articles. Why 100? Laying in bed, I scribbled 50 titles, then I wrote 50 more. It's really as simple as that. By 6am, my conclusion felt concrete. By the time 100 articles have been shared with the blogging-universe, hopefully my priorities will have figure themselves out.

For a mix of circumstances, I've been feeling uncharacteristically disoriented. Or like a true southerner might say, lost as a floundering fish stuck under the hull of a sunfish boat. Not lost in the sense that “all is lost,” but more like I need a minute to digest that some long term projects have concluded, consider faults that might have been approached differently (cue serenity prayer), and take a daggon breath before plunging forward.

As a 40 year old mom/educator/entertainer with a boatload of shenanigans to deliberate, what information should I share in this blogging experiment?

Here are the categories of posts I’ve devised (tutorials and sales pitches inevitably included):

Adulting- Completely redundant tasks I'd prefer to substitute with anything else.

Werkin'- As much as I’d love to stay at home and mom all day, I’ve got too much dang energy. Also anything to avoid folding laundry is worthwhile.

Psychiatry- This nutty art brain throws me for loops periodically.

Peopling- To overcome anxieties and foster relationships.

Millenialisms- As someone who was born in 1982, I just made the cut but also identify with all the stereotypes.

The brain hole- As my friend Susan puts it, every word sounds better with a hole.

Rear view memories- Sometimes we have to reminisce before trucking ahead.

Artistry- Focus on all of the possibilities.

Goals- An optimistic way to say “lists”.

With that, welcome to the passage of divide. While I’ve received my fair share of constructive criticisms in life, please be kind when commenting below.

But also, please comment and share because I care about what you have to say, too.

Thank you for reading.