It’s still wintery and dreary outside. I’m ready for a change of pace. I’m ready for school to start.You’d think that having so much time off would be a godsend for creativity. With all this free time, surely I’d be able to get around to all the things I want to do, like finish that novel, take a gazillion pictures, finish setting up my blog.
I’ve done some of it. I have this fancy new domain name — www.virginiafrommontana.com — which I am really excited about (but it isn't finished yet, so no need to start heading that direction regularly just yet). And I’m on the constant lookout for the perfect background theme for my blog (still haven’t found one).
I also got out of the house to take a few pictures, and I’ve been fairly constant about blogging.
But life is slow and boring. I need responsibilities back.
Every time I start imagining I’d be happier giving it all up and living a secluded life as a hermit in the mountains, painting and writing for days with zero human interaction, something like this snow storm happens.
Then, of course, I realize that I’d shrivel up and die without contact with other people. And I love being under pressure. I love stress. I gravitate toward it.
It’s a disease. Currently seeking the cure. Any suggestions?
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