Jumping on Vic's Wagon

The comments and emails over the last six-months or so have given me a great deal of comfort and pleasure. Um, even though I haven't yet responded to many of them. Ahem. I didn't stop blogging deliberately, but there’s a lot less to write about in Australia. Or so it seemed, until I read two truly amazing blog posts today.

Kate and Vic are two of my inspirations, although I sometimes deliberately refrain from reading them because they make the shortcomings of this blog seem all the more apparent, and I realise that this blogging caper of mine is a wasted endeavour. Although somewhat different in topic, the two posts (linked on their names above) sum up how I feel about writing, and blogging in general. These two women write and publish photos regularly. They grasp the feelings and ideas whirling around them, and somehow transform these esoteric concepts into sentences that convey insight, self-awareness, humour, and creativity.

It is the last of these with which I struggle. I was totally passed over when the creativity gene was being handed about amongst myself and my five sisters. I can string a sentence together, my problem is what the bloody hell to write about? I can’t do the version of, “Got up this morning, had a cuppa, went shopping, read a book, watched television, then went to bed.” I wouldn’t have been that excited living it, let alone writing about it.

I could give 100 reasons for the blogging lack: 50-hour working weeks, little sleep, adjusting to life in Melbourne, starting a new job on Monday, spending time with friends, the continuing saga of 90210-esque attempts at relationships, getting my head around premature menopause and year-four of associated symptoms, no time, staring into space, feeling as though my brain is a festering quagmire of brain cells working against each other ... you get the idea. These would all be true to a certain extent, but I know I just haven’t made time. For some of the above reasons and for countless more.

So, time to change all that.