I've been sitting here all day.
Wondering what to write to you about.
And nothing comes to mind.
And for a few hours I worried.
Really really worried.
But then I came to a realization.
Give me a room full of kids.
Running and screaming and laughing.
And I can do a million things.
Answer a million questions.
All at once.
While keeping calm and cool and collected.
But when I'm alone.
I find that I can only focus on one thing at a time.
One dish in the meal.
One art project or craft to do over the weekend.
One book tucked in my purse.
One inspired story to scribble away on.
And until I'm done with peeling the potatoes.
With finishing that quilt.
Or reading that last chapter.
Or editing those scribbled pages.
It's hard for me to focus on another item on my want to do list.
I have to put my full attention into everything.
So you see.
I've been caught up in something else lately.
So have posted videos here on this blog instead of writing to you.
Have kept the same bookmarked place in a very good book series.
Have eaten smoothies for dinner every single night.
And I know I need to work on this.
This spreading myself out a bit.
But it's hard when you don't have someone there to remind you.
Bear with me...