It feels like ages since I’ve been sat at my desk blogging and I’ve missed it. In fact, being sat at a different desk in a different workspace has taken a little getting used to. I don’t think that moving home should ever be underestimated. It certainly took a lot more out of me than I had anticipated.
I’ve always considered myself a rebel against routine, preferring to have flexibility and spontaneity over rules and order. However, with age (and mostly the existence of two small people who rely on me for pretty much everything) and maturity I have had the overwhelming desire for order. My own set of rules that I know work for me. But it’s not something that comes naturally to me – I really have to work at it to perfect it. And I say ‘perfect’ in the loosest of terms, rarely is it perfect.
I can’t seem to function (or at least not effectively) without knowing where things are and having a sense of clarity. One of the biggest advantages of moving home is that it gives you a reason to de-clutter and reorganise your life. In recent years this is probably up there with one of my favourite things to do. Knowing exactly where things are and that everything has a place gives me a bit of a sad sense of satisfaction.
What I’m trying to say is that I decided to take the short break from blogging because I knew I wouldn’t be able to do it well. It would be a half-copped attempt at throwing something out there that I wouldn’t be proud of. Similarly if I’d spent time blogging the house/family would have suffered.
So this is my crawl back to full-time blogging. I’m pretty much there with sorting the house, I have the sunniest spot in the house as my workspace and we’re slowly finding our new routine. Not only that, Spring is in the air and I have a house full of fresh flowers so things are looking up!
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