I am trying to take my writing to a higher level. Well at least last week I was. In fact last week was so good that I even had one of my posts shared through Google. Which was like the first time ever I have been aware of such a thing happening. You can only imagine what sort of awesome that left me feeling.
This week I haven't been able to even spit anything out regardless of a level. I keep looking back at last week thinking gee that was good, that is what I need to do all the time. Only I didn't do anything out of the ordinary. I just sat down, wrote and got lucky.
Mind you it wasn't all roses last week.
I meant to write a post to share some of my proud mummy moments.
I meant to also write about birthing and breastfeeding.
I meant to share some more of my favourite songs.
I meant to do a whole lot more than I actually did.
Remember that little meme that Karlee started last year, you know Me & YOU? Yes the one that she handed over to me and I added my own little twist to make it Me & YOU, Making IT Matter. The one that I didn't really post much for last week. The one that so far this week I have posted even less for. The one that not surprisingly not many people have ever joined in for. Yep that one.
Anyway, just because I haven't actually posted about making stuff matter it is not to say I haven't been busy actually making stuff matter. Last week wasn't just great for writing it also saw me donning my Brooks and running. Well starting a running program that by the end of it should see me running 5km like there's no tomorrow. I feel awesome. Strong, powerful and heading towards fitness. I say heading towards fitness because I am pretty sure gasping for breath after a 90 second slow run (or fast jog for the optimists out there) is not exactly what you would call fit.
So where does that leave me now I wonder?
Well, I did think about just saying see you later to Make it Matter, but I can't. You see I need it. I need to be constantly reminded to make things matter. I need to have a space where I feel I am accountable for my actions, or in some cases lack there of. For some reason blogging about my housework has actually encouraged me to do more of it. While I can relate to Veronica finding her inspiration in grit and grime, for me words tend to flow faster when there is a clear walkway from the front to the back door.
For a while it did bother me that the only way I seemed to make myself a better housewife was by blogging, but life is all about the positive right? So what if the only way I can motivate myself to get the mundane, yet important and necessary out the way is by putting it in the blogosphere where potentially millions might read it? But then I realised that the reality is I'll be lucky if a thousand people read it and at least we won't be living in squalor.
Enough of that though. I can see me heading towards a pity party and nobody wants to go there.
Where nobody does want to go however remains a bit of a mystery. One that is still waiting to be unraveled. Hopefully I can discover it before anyone else, write about it and get the thousands, if not millions of views I spoke of earlier. In the meantime I'll just keep babbling along here and hoping for the best.
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