I didn't intend to take a week or so off from blogging, but there it is.
When I decided to do a little bit of community theater, I figured it would be a challenge to balance coffee shop, writing and rehearsing; I didn't realize nearly how much. And not just because the writing fell by the wayside, but also that by last Thursday, I was pretty weary of all of it, and I needed a break.
This post comes to you from Maine, where I have spent a long weekend with Mom, resting, relaxing, enjoying seafood and great ice cream (separately), saw The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo again because The Girl Who Played With Fire is only in limited release. And while I planned to start blogging a day or two ago, I realized that a full rest should be, well, full. And the time to start is when you are rested. And ready.
Those writing gears are hard to going again when you take a break from them. I always wonder if painters feel the same way.
Today, it's a beautiful day here, cool and sunny, a fine day to be on the road, returning to real life. Ready to take on the world once more. Just ask Barack Obama - a trip to Maine can do wonders.
It was odd, spending a week free from not just blogging, but also e-mail, and often even phone connections, much of the time. It is, for someone who's been deep in the interweb of interconnections (though not Facebook, still, not Facebook), at times disconcerting. Like "I know I should be worried about the e-mails piling up and the blog posts that aren't getting written... but this is also oddly relaxing and carefree." I was struck by how, when I did catch the news in small bursts, how little really changes day to day, week to week. No wonder I've been feeling stalled on things to blog about, how not to just restate the same things I've been saying for months.
So, I'm back. Or really, I'm just here. I'm always here, though I don't always write about it, and I know I should write more and do other things less. These past few weeks, though, have been almost literally like high school for me - the same balancing act of work and extracurricular activities, the nights spent at singing, dancing and blocking rehearsals. It's invigorating, energizing... it's awoken a part of me I think I just set aside as superfluous... and it turns out to be essential. The satisfaction of being creative, or performing, or being among other creative talents... it's refreshing. Even as it is also exhausting. You know the world is right when you fall into contented, deep sleep after a full day of work. That's what I've been having.
Once I get back, things don't get easier for a couple of weeks, until the show starts. So blogging will probably be spotty, sporadic. It's not ideal... but I think it will be okay, in the long run. I really do.
One last observation: there's a sense, I think, that the changes of the past few years are starting to sink in to the public consciousness. I think the new economic realities, painful as they are, and even the denial that's still out there, especially in government and elsewhere, have forced people to reassess what matters, what's important, and what we can let go of. And in a sense, it can seem, in the hot, hazy summer moments, as if things are stuck, unchanging, permanent. I tend to think, especially after a week of disconnection and reconnecting, that a lot of us are just taking a break, stepping back, gathering our strength. The next part, well, that could be pretty challenging, and who knows what might happen next? I don't. I barely know my lines. Or the tune. Or most of the choreography. But I'm getting there. At least, I'm ready to move again.