For better or for worse, it seems I don’t have as much to say these days. I’ve inadvertently taken to posting every other day for about a week now, and I have conflicting feelings about it. I’m busy giving time and attention to other projects, like further indulging the baker in me, and enjoying it. I’m also spending some non-kung fu time screaming at the television as the latest overpaid pitcher gives away the game with one strike left in the inning. (Pick a team, and it seems to apply.) But the overachieving student I always was equates not posting with ignoring homework, and that’s just not something I did very often. So it feels strange.
Perhaps the exact nature of my blogging state is that I’m locked in limbo – and thus lacking the source material that once came in daily like the tide. I’m waiting to teach again, waiting to learn more of the new form, waiting for the next competition. Waiting.
But here’s the thing: there’s an upside to waiting that this lifelong monument to impatience finds pleasantly surprising. In between training, spinning myself dizzy, mother duties with the adolescents and – oh yeah – working the job that pays the bills, there’s more time for chats in the kitchen with my boy and planning a summer camp week with my girl…
and noticing more life on the streets in a neighborhood I spend as much time passing through as actually living in.
There’s something to be said for waiting. But only when I take the time to do it right.
And only when it doesn’t last too long. 🙂