After my last post, I honestly thought I was going to be able to get back into the blogging habit…wrong again! I’m not sure why, but I’m eternally hopeful that I’ll start posting regularly again. I really enjoyed having the blog back when I was posting often, so that has motivated me to keep it and to keep trying to get back to it.
The same goes for running. It’s been quite a while since I’ve run consistently, (or at all) but I enjoyed it so much when I did that I am confident I’ll get back into it again. A lot of my hobbies are like this right now, actually: reading, knitting, playing board games. Honestly, a lot of this stuff took a backseat when Mr. Toddler was born. I’ll pick something up again from time to time and then drop it again. Right now, I’m in the habit of mindlessly scrolling my phone and binge watching TV when I have a free minute. I’m either exhausted or literally have only a couple minutes free. It’s hard to get into a book if you can’t even read an entire paragraph in a sitting. It’s hard not to screw up a knitting project when you have to stop in the middle of a row. And, it’s tough to get anywhere with running if you barely have time to lace up your shoes (or find them…it’s been THAT long)….you get the idea.
BUT I’d say that my main problem is that the times that I feel like doing any of these things rarely line up with when I have the time to do them. And there really is nothing I can do about that. What I NEED to do is make more of an effort to do something when I don’t feel like it, and just trust that I’ll enjoy it.
I also have the issue that I have so many things that I SHOULD be doing that I feel like I can’t pick up a book or project. However it’s easy to procrastinate doing something I should with an episode of something on Netflix. Then I end up not doing an activity I enjoy but also not getting X, Y, or Z done. It makes NO SENSE! I really should procrastinate more efficiently. 🙂
Miss Newborn is stirring now, and I’m working on borrowed time, so I guess I better wrap this up. I know that if I try to save it and come back, I’ll hate everything I’ve written and delete it.