Thursday, September 8, 2011

My Brain Must Really Need A Reboot...

I’m running out of apologies and beginning to hate myself for repeating excuses but it’s true.  I can’t seem to write these days.  My muse seemed to have decided to take a stroll somewhere and got lost somehow.  Could I have accidentally dropped her off at some interstate during our move or perhaps packed her in one of my still unopened boxes?? 

I find myself occupied with thoughts but every time I try to sit down and write, I can’t seem to have the ability to expound on them and say anything interesting.  So here I sit, trying to type something out of nothing, obviously filling the void with what surely feels like arbitrary noise in my head…

*I have a headache right now.  Perhaps it’s a tension headache, wondering if my husband would be able to resist the temptation to kill me later once he finds out I stupidly ran over a concrete parking block earlier today.  I totally forgot there was one in front of my car and instead of backing out of my spot, I drove forward.  I can’t begin to tell you how many times I screamed ‘SH*T’ inside the car and felt totally stricken with panic, trying to decide whether I should keep driving forward or back up.  I chose the latter on the basis of trying to localize the damage to one part of the car.  Hopefully, said damage is not too serious.  I’ll find out in a few hours and I’ll report back assuming I’m  still alive by midnight.  

*I found myself challenging my trust issues today as I took a totally unfamiliar and unplanned for route to my son’s preschool.  For once, I decided to just follow the GPS and really go with the flow.  Pleasantly, I found myself ending up with a more scenic route with hills and cows and more importantly, less cars tailgating me.  Indeed, it’s amazing what happens when you decide to step out of your comfort zone a little…just a little for now…

*I can’t stop thinking of how old I felt when we went bar hopping last weekend in downtown Nashville.  It was fun and the amount of talent we saw was amazing but somehow, I felt kind of out of place.  It felt like I couldn’t keep up with the energy around me and no, I don’t think it’s just because of my age.  Somehow I knew it was because of my personality, that I’m just not built for a night life like that. *sigh*

*Isn’t it strange how we keep dreaming of an ideal house, more space and things brand new, planning for designs and furnishings, and then you finally get it and have no clue as to where to begin and how to decorate?  (I told you, every hint of creative fiber in my being seems to have gone on strike!)… 

*Apparently, no amount of random thoughts can distract me.  I’m still thinking of my vehicular booboo and my headache persists.  Damn you, concrete parking blocks!!!
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19 comments:

  1. Oh Joy, here is a big cyber hug. Moving home is high up there on the list of stressful life events. No wonder your creative muse has gone on strike, you have bad shoulders, a small child and have to cope with the unfamiliar. So what if you are not built for barhopping?  Breathe! Never think you have nothing interesting to say. I look forward to opening your posts. You write so well. And looking to the side as I write this another 205 members think so. Give yourself time to adjust, be easy on yourself. As for the car, I can't tell you how many times all the drivers here have scraped the gateposts reversing in. I feel particularly good when I see a new scrape on Hubbie's car -)

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  2. People you assume are good drivers and have their life in order simply don't tell you about their mistakes! Variety is the spice of life and the bigger variety of mistakes you make, the spicier your life! *HUGS*

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  3. Moving is always stressful and I am not surprised that you ran over a parking block. When I am distracted I do all sorts of silly things...Take it easy. Bug hugs from London, on the other side of the pond! xx

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  4. Well - almost 40 years ago I was backing out of a parking spot and began swinging to the right too soon. The left front fender crashed into the light pole that was beside me. I felt a tad dumb and embarrassed - a light pole right beside me! How do I not see that?! No headache though - I wasn't the least bit concerned that your husband might kill me.

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  5. Oh girl, I have my feet up on the ironing board right now, not even the coffee table, that's how topsy turvy the house still is 2 months in... anyhow, I think tackling small projects one at a time might help. For instance my spice cabinet, divine! My laundry room? Great! Tonight I tackle my bathroom. It will get better! It WILL!

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  6. Somehow, Joy, it seems as if you are as thought-provoking and real as ever. I thought I was the only one who had a hard time trusting my GPS! Go easy one yourself. We all need time to clear out our thoughts once in a while and just be. I believe that thinking about writing can be just as important as the act itself.

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  7. I've been a little lacking lately in subject matter but for now my brain reboot seems to be working. Don't be so hard on yourself. Take the time to get settled and enjoy your new house and surroundings.

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  8. Sounds like sound advice!  Thanks Lalia :-)

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  9. As this is coming from a great writer as yourself, Sweepy/Adrien, it means a lot.  Thanks!!

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  10. LOL!!! Good one Thom!!!  :-)))))))))))

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  11. Sure thing!!  That would be great company for me!!!

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  12. Oh Mary, THANK YOU for such a sweet message.  I REALLY appreciate your support and wisdom  **hugs**

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  13. I can certainly relate to a vehicular boo-boo. They seem to be my specialty these days. I drive over, into, onto, and scratch by objects all the time. You, at least, have an excuse. You have a lot on your mind. Don't beat yourself up over that or other little things you're not getting right. After a major move, it takes a while for your body and mind to catch up geographically and settle in. Once you're out of your current state of turbulence, I bet you'll go back to being yourself but with a bunch of new experiences to add to your personal curriculum.

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  14. Boo Boo's happen. If hubby kills you, tell him we will come after him!!

    Don't worry about pushing out the content. I don't. :)

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  15. We all have stories. Here is mine. Last month, during a long drive, I needed to pul off the highway to check a map, so I took the next exit and drove into a gas station area. When I was ready to resume the trip, I drove around behind the gas station and proceeded to drive towards the local street to head back to the highway - except I had to stop for school kids walking by, and . . . I realized there was no exit; I had put my car over a big curb. Do I back up? Do I go forward? After the kids had passed by, I gunned the car FORWARD, got over the curb quickly, and got onto the local street. I seem to have escaped with no major damage to the underside of the car or the front bumper. But boy did I feel stupid, and my wife and our friend who were in the car couldn't believe what I had just done. I couldn't believe it either!

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  16. Bar hopping in Nashville. Wow. I assume you live in Nashville or near to it. Let me look further on your site. I will return.

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  17. Mike B: Somehow, that didn't sound as silly as you had felt. Maybe it's a sexist thing...you know, men vs. women drivers? Oh well, I'm just glad to be alive and that hubby didn't get too angry. Ah, yes, close to Nashville.

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  18. Men vs. women drivers. I am guessing that drivers of both sexes are about equal when it comes to silly and dangerous driving. Drive safely, Joy. Especially when you have that precious cargo (Noah) along for the ride.

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