My drafts are about to erupt like a volcano.
That's right—she's back from hibernation.
When’s the baby’s next nap?
I smell a dirty diaper.
Before I forget, I really need to order more diapers.
I need a nap.
Dang it, what did I need to order?
Have I eaten yet?
We’ve got to fix this doorknob.
What day is it?
Someoneee needs to do these dishes.
4, 5…no, maybe 6 hours of sleep last night?
Diapers! That’s what I needed to order.
I wonder if I have time to shower.
Did I turn the oven off?
Oh my gosh woman, you need to do these dishes!
Hi, it’s me. Inching my way back out of creative hibernation (as I often do).
If you didn’t know, this past fall I marketed my first book for months, released it on Tuesday, September 24th; and then got into a scary car accident on Wednesday, September 25th. (Cue: crickets. It was really hard to focus on marketing my book after that, unfortunately.)
Then, I entered my third trimester of pregnancy, nested like crazy and hunkered down with a nightly batch of chocolate peppermint cookies, and had my second baby right after Christmas.
Then, three weeks after our daughter was born, we met with our realtor friend to “start casually thinking about the home-buying process.”
Then, less than a week later, we put an offer in on our first home.
We’ve spent every waking moment since trying to (minorly) renovate and move into said house while keeping our small children alive and also keeping our sanity (sort of).
So all that to say, my brain hasn’t been operating in a super creative way lately (more like total survival mode. We’re fine! Everything’s fine!).
Until, this week.
As I sat in the rocking chair in my daughter’s freshly painted new nursery, the ideas started to flow.
All the experiences and thoughts I’ve had during this creative hibernation period started taking shape as words and sentences and jokes and metaphors.
I think that’s how I work as an artist—operating on a seasonal schedule of:
hibernate and live and practice and observe,
then mold and shape and create and share.
(That’s probably why social media and I aren’t exactly besties. There’s a constant pressure to produce and create that my brain and soul just can’t keep up with.)
So here I am, back again after another very normal-for-me internet hibernation period. And boy, do I have a lot of fun thoughts to share.
So in short, my drafts are about to explode into cyberspace, for better or worse. Here’s a preview of what’s to come:
How to stop impulse buying at Target (trust me, you won’t find this list anywhere else)
If you want deep friendships fast, move (ramblings on acquaintances unboxing your underwear)
My baby’s a great sleeper, and I think I’m kinda bummed? (finding creative space as a mother)
All I need is daily manna (depending on a little grace each day)
My hand cream almost made me cry (on learning to surrender to help)
As always, thanks for being here (even if you didn’t even remember you were subscribed to this).
Talk to you next Tuesday,
Sarah🤎