This week has been weird.
Over here in one corner, there’s the post that won’t quit. I know I’m supposed to pretend that this is all normal and not anything special and act all nonchalant, but I can’t do that. This is WEIRD. It’s so strange to see my words flying around the internet like this, to wake up everyday to more shares and more visits than the entire history of my blog combined (and doubled). It’s weird to feel an obligation about what I should (or shouldn’t) post now, and to know I have to get over that if I ever want to write ANYTHING again. (Sorry to anyone who is coming back to my blog hoping for more politics. I’m tapped out now.) (I’ve also got a wicked case of writer’s block because of it, hence why you’re getting this post–I’ve got to write something to get over the hump of writing nothing.) It’s also awesome, to see that my words are resonating with people, that I managed that lightning in a bottle of saying exactly what I wanted to say exactly how I wanted to say it and that other people feel that it captured THEIR feelings. That’s pretty cool.
And over here in this corner, there’s work. I’m in the middle of setting up the biggest marketing campaign I’ve worked on in about six years, plus prepping for the biggest ongoing project my group has seen..EVER? I’m actually in my element, but it’s also a lot of pressure–there are a lot of balls in the air, and if one falls, I’m the only one who gets to answer for it. And this week is the week that everyone seems to have woken up and started actually paying attention to what I’m doing (I guess the fact that Labor Day is over made everyone pay attention to the calendar finally), so the pressure really ramped up this week. I’m handling it, but it is intense.
Then, over here in another corner, there’s a little boy who just turned three. THREE. It seems impossible that he’s three already, and yet here we are. I’m working on my annual post reflecting on what the past year of motherhood has been like for me, but I can’t seem to find the right words this year. Jackson is so big in my life, and motherhood is such a large part of who I am now that it’s taking me a while to process it enough to put down on paper, er, screen. But that doesn’t stop the actual event from happening, so there are party plans in the works (our first birthday party for him, and WHOA is he excited. I’m surprised you haven’t heard his exclamations of “my birfday party!!” from where you are), and school celebrations that were had, and birthday balloons that were procured. I’m not a Pinterest/crafty mom, more of a “can we buy it at the store?” mom, but I’ve tried in my own way to make this celebration one that is a happy memory for him. I think it’s working, but we’ll see tomorrow after the party.
Like I said, it’s been a weird week. I’m hoping that writing through it will knock out my writer’s block, but even if not, I needed to acknowledge the strangeness. Because what else is this blog for?
Oh, I know, sharing a video of a duck running:
Happy Friday everyone!
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