No Requirements Here

I want to blog. I need to write. I've even returned to ink and paper with my journal lately. I forgot how wonderful that is. (When is the last time you sat down to write without the possibility of any public acclaim? It's worth it. Good for the heart.)

My evenings are spent with my nose in a book, lately this one.

My soul feels a bit bare, but not in the scary deathly way. More in the wintry, waiting for new life kind-of-way. My brittle branches are reaching toward the light, absorbing the warmth, anticipating the inevitable burst of green.

Around here, afternoons are spent in music, writing and scratching out lyrics that will probably be later replaced with seemingly better and more poetic ones.

Somewhere in there, I'm working.

And parenting.

And thrift shopping (to find lovelies like this $12 coffee table.)

Somewhere in there, I'm squeezing in social gatherings, some of which I should probably just leave out, but I don't want to, so I won't.

I'm waking up as the sun rises to move, to walk, to run. I'm letting my eyes droop shut over above said books. From dawn to long after dusk, life moves and chases, loves and breathes.

And, I really, really just want to blog.

I'm determined to not blog just because another day has come and I'm putting pressure on my mind to be witty and charming.

I won't blog out of requirement.

But I will blog because I like you. You friends. This community. It's a whole other world that is beautifully broken, and I like you all for it.

(Though between you and me, I'm feeling another rant blog coming on soon. How fun will that be?)

Back to my books, music, coffee and lists. Happy Tuesday!