Heavy thunderstorms awakened me early this morning. ‘Tis the season in Mississippi. Severe storms are not unusual this time of year as Mother Nature seems to desperately want to keep us warm, while simultaneously whipping in a dash of cold front, resulting in the two air masses doing somersaults across the region.
Our weather will bounce from sunny and comfortable to chilly and rainy throughout the weeks leading up to the holidays. We might be wearing shorts by Christmas, or sweaters. Who knows?
There seems to be no predicting it.
Despite the bipolar weather patterns, I look forward to the winding down of another year. It’s been a busy one, for sure, and 2018 is slated to finish that way as well.
I tinkered with the idea of NoPoBloMo or whatever it is where bloggers commit to posting every day in the month of November. But I know better than to set myself up for failure. There will be days this month when I have the resolve and inspiration for writing, but I also have a lot of work and personal obligations in the coming weeks, so I am simply going to do what I do, and hopefully throw out some decent writing along the way.
Lately, I spend my days in full throttle at work, and trying to stay at least half a step ahead of what my family needs from me. Mornings are my time for this artistic release. And it has certainly been the part of myself that has been most shortchanged in recent weeks. But there has been little in the way of “a-ha” blog post muses anyway. Which saddens me.
Often, when I feel this way, I can just write my way through it. Which is what I’m doing here, writing about nothing. Writing about everything.
I am having to find new sources of inspiration and ideas. I’m off Facebook. I rarely read the news (for my own mental health), and I no longer have to contend with the drama of private school. My work is confidential, and the prohibitions on anything pertaining to it being shared in a public forum like WordPress, well….I’ll just say this, I could write about a LOT of things both political and philosophical that relate to my job, but I like my job and want to keep it, so, it’s off limits.
I could write more about parenting, but it too can be a sensitive thing, with many of my readers being intimately acquainted with me and my life. Some things I simply have to keep to myself.
Maybe one day I’ll write that book. Under a pseudonym, of course, and change the names and locations to protect the innocent.
In the meantime, A Pensieve View trudges on. Unsure of who she will become over the course of the next few months and years. Like the weather, there will be beautiful sunny days, and dreary, cold ones. And writing can be as unpredictable as Mother Nature. Sometimes she gives, sometimes she takes away.
I’ve never written to please my audience, and I never shall. But I thank you, my readers, for sticking with me during the highs and lows. For commenting and liking and interacting with me here. I read and cherish each comment, even when I don’t have a chance to reply.