Getting back to the root of blogging with uninterrupted, narcissistic rambling.
I can’t focus today. I can’t keep my mind on one single thing. My eyes dart over my to-do list, but I do nothing. I try to be patient with Waylon, but I’m already so impatient with myself that I turn into the white witch when he throws his Cheerios all over the floor and throws a fit over NO MORE COOKIES. (Seriously though, no more. Austin, I’m looking at you. Fig Newtons are cookies and this kid is turning into a cookie hoarder).
As I get older, I find myself having thicker skin on some things and on others, I’ve grown weary. Has this happened to you? For example, I don’t get nearly as worked up over things like presidential debates like I used to. In fact, the whole thing is laughable, two grown men promising treats if you pick their team. Please. I believe in voting as much as the next American, but let’s be real. If you want women to stop having abortions, volunteer at a women’s shelter and start mentoring young girls on how to protect themselves. If you want to keep traditional marriage, stop getting divorced. If you want change, start changing. Lead by example. Posting a picture on Facebook with a catchy one-liner is not going to reform healthcare.
I guess that wasn’t a great example of thick skin. Maybe my skin is just getting thinner, which isn’t great. The only good thing about that sentence is the word “thin.”
In other news, my skin is also getting thinner lately with the constant misuse of the phrase “I don’t have time.” Nine times out of ten, the correct sentence would be “I don’t want to make time.”
For example, I could say, “I don’t have time to knit this weekend” because that’s true, I’m really busy this weekend. I’m traveling, I’m attending a wedding, I’m visiting with friends. But just generally saying “I don’t have time to knit” is absolutely not true. I simply don’t want to make time to knit. The same goes with “I would write more letters” or “I would exercise” or “I would hang out with Sally” if it weren’t for time. That’s not true. You would hang out with Sally and having a knitting party if you really wanted to.
When someone tells me they would blog but they don’t have time, I have to repress the urge to roll my eyes. I don’t have time either, but I make time. I make time for what’s important to me, just as we all do. We make time for the things we actually want to do and that’s the truth of it.
Obviously this does not apply to single moms or someone in, say, the military. You probably don’t have time.
I’ve been distracted this week, unable to sufficiently piece together things that I want to write about. It’s normal, just frustrating when things are swimming around in your brain but not sitting still long enough to copy it down.
I was just going to throw in the towel and skip writing this week when I came across one of my favorite quotes, scribbled down in the back of my most tattered notebook, from Barbara Kingsolver’s Animal Dreams. She writes, “The truth needs so little rehearsal.”
Sometimes it’s as simple as that.