Monday, January 14, 2019

A Reflection on the State of my Neglected Blog

Hello everyone,

I have not been blogging for a number of, domestic, a rheumatoid flare, tiredness, other demands, no time.

And no creativity.  I have not felt like blogging.  I think this is because my blog has become very prosaic and mechanical.

A sort of I made this from this pattern, a few pictures (poorly lit and not very good) and rather humdrum script. Sort of average at best.

The trouble is, that does not really reflect me, the sewer - or for that matter, the person, at all.  While I am quite average in my everyday life, I do have other talents too.  Or did, before they got buried under the reality of everyday life.

(Although... I have to admit my life has also become rather humdrum, prosaic and mechanical - so perhaps my blog is reflecting my life, if not the life of the person living my life). 

(And for those of you who have been reading my blog for a while, you know that last year was quite a topsy turvy's taken most of the year to get things back to a new sort of normal).

If that makes sense...

So, I am just having period of reflection - quite fitting really, because today is the anniversary of me joining the world of work 45 years ago as a student nurse - at the age of 17, in a very busy, acute care hospital.

And along the way, I have done other jobs as well.  I have also managed to complete a Bachelor of Arts (Hons. 1) and a Psychology degree.  Hard to envisage, now, really!

Now I am married to my job...seriously!  My husband is a medical practitioner so my role is very supportive - both domestically and with the practice.

My husband is also developing more health problems, which, n

But while that is laudable, it takes a lot of time, and takes a lot of time away from my life and interests.

So no wonder I was tired!

My husband is also developing more health problems, which he manages well.  Still, it is a source of some concern to both of us.  Life marches on.

And retirement...while I have mentioned that it will happen soon, every year it gets postponed another 18 months.  My husband is a serial procrastinator on that front.  I can hardly blame him - he still has a lot to offer the world with his knowledge and expertise. And once retired, there is no going back...

So while nothing much will change (while of course, life continues to constantly change )  , I intend to get back to my interests. I hope that  means managing to find a little more time to sew - at the moment, it's usually done in small snatches of time, usually 5:30 in the morning!  

And I hope back to blogging.  It was my special, quiet, time.  We all need an hour of quiet time a week.  I have not been having this, and have ended up feeling quite stressed and irritable.

 And maybe one or two other things as well.  Maybe new interests, or perhaps old ones in a new guise.

All to be revealed as it unfolds in time and life...

Take care everyone

Sarah Liz