Usually a day such as today would be a boon to my mood and outlook– not so today. Despite the fantastic glowing orange leaves, just a few, that remain on the huge tree in front of our house, I am still utterly uninspired. All I have in front of me is making dinner and doing even more laundry. I would write about making dinner, how it is going to be vegan lasagna, trying out my new idea of using beans instead of meat, but I don’t want to write about food on this blog because I have such a hard time writing about food on my actual food blog. Can’t waste a morsel.
It could be the recent lack of sunshine (not something I would typically mention as being a bad thing) that has thrown me into a funky funk. Maybe the shorter days have something to do with it. If I can get away this weekend to paint for a few hours that might jump-start my brain into doing something other than feeling like a big, rutted lump. I should just cut my losses, stop writing about my own pathetic misery and go wash the clothes piling up in the basement. My life isn’t so terrible, it is just predictable lately. Even with two toddlers, which is saying something. They aren’t completely predictable, it is my own mind that is predictable. And I can’t get away from it, ever. Too bad I have to stay a sober-ish, responsible parent, otherwise, I’d have the option of becoming a drunk or drug addict. Oh well.
I will post an image from 4Horseshoes Studio, and hope for the best.