I’m feeling tapped out lately in this space. Not so in life, which is still just as full of walks and good food and nice chats with people I love. We agree on everything, followed by a joke and occasionally someone suggests we get donuts. It’s ideal.
But not blog-worthy. The lull here is definitely the result of some hardcore Middle West hopping over the past month. Writing something inspired or even uploading pictures to this space can be tough when all I want to do after work is take a long walk, see what needs to be seen (corn dog flags), cozy up on the couch with C then go to bed staring at pictures of my new niece.
My field of ambition for the summer has narrowed significantly, and I’m feeling good about that — especially after reading this, a breath of air. It’s a reminder that, whether we ease up on ourselves for a few months while the temperature’s at its most brutal or adopt a completely different lifelong philosophy toward forced ambition, it’s OK to take a timeout. To channel our energy where it’s most effective at making us feel awesome.
Lately, I’m feeling drained by the ambition to curate the hell out of this space — to blog about things that are better lived and savored — so I’m taking a timeout here. (And because I’m taking baby steps, I’m posting about not posting as much.) I’ll post when I feel like it, but otherwise concentrate on Fourth of July parties and weddings and babies and feeling so content right now it doesn’t need to be tirelessly documented. Ciao for now!