It's what people do

I realized that when I journaled (technically I still do, I just haven't in probably almost a year), I mostly did it when I was feeling more stress, or had a moment of time. I'm following the same pattern with blogging. Now I just "don't have the time" though I make the time for other things, but stuff is also going pretty well (for the moment, at least). I've got a full schedule making things come together, or at least nudging them along, so I feel a much smaller need to blog, because I don't really need reassurance. Journaling and blogging are different kinds of prayer for me, I think. They help me state in writing what's going on, and I usually end with some statement of encouragement. I suppose that's what most people do with religion. When things are going well, they figure they do not need it or God, and when things go wrong, well, I think every single person has prayed to God (or their version of a diety) in times of peril and crisis. Maybe I'm just a normal person in that regard. There I am.

Spring came early (the cleaning part, anyway)

When things are falling apart I go through a predictable pattern. At first I get sad/angry, which leads to some moments of depression. I know it's my choice at that moment whether to feed it or tell it to shut up. Though I know the next moment will be relief as things work out somehow. They always do that. How do they know how to do that? Must be like fish returning to spawn or migrating birds. They just know how things are supposed to be.

So here's a standing message to that weird second bit I have after I don't get what I expect; you are evicted. You never really paid rent and you kept me up at night with your noise. The whole community is unanimous. Effective immediately. It's harsh, maybe, but fair.

So what do I do with all that extra space I have left? I guess I'll start by renovating. Maybe make that my work-out or writing space. I've always wanted a space devoted to one thing. I have a desk, so it's decided. That's my new writing nook. Phew. That was a lot of work for one morning.