Temporary? Insanity

I’m trying to get my blogging groove back (although mostly, I just like finding excuses to use the word groove, and groovy, because they’re super spiffy words that make me grin – spiffy makes me grin too, come to think of it . . .), but figuring out what I want my blog to be these days is more confusing than the orange crayon on my bathroom floor.

Yeah, storytime.

We got a new bathroom floor over Christmas. In fact, we got a new bathroom entirely. It cost about three times as much as we planned, but is five times as gorgeous as we expected, so I’m sure the numbers all balance out in some cosmological fashion. Now while the floor isn’t orange, per se, it does have lots of browns and terra-cotta-ish hues to it, so when one of the kids dropped an orange crayon onto it, it went unnoticed for awhile.

And then I noticed it. Every single time I went into that bathroom I noticed it, got busy bustling about and enjoying the new bathroom fabulousness, and neglected to pick it up. For about three weeks. This morning, I finally picked it up, and I stared that orange crayon down, as if it somehow held the answer to the mystery of why I’m such a procrastinating, dawdling, absent-minded twit sometimes.

It had no answers for me, of course. It just lay there in my hand, being all orange and stuff.

So I had to figure it out for myself. And I did, because obsessively mulling things over is kind of my thing. And I figured out that as long as that crayon was on that floor, there was something really simple I could to make things better. Something that didn’t require real effort (or deep, introspective self-analysis), and allowed me to forget about some of the things that do. See, I’m kind of scared to pick up the crayons in my life, because once I’ve got the easy stuff I’ve been putting off done . . . well, then there’s nothing to do but face up to the hard stuff.

That’s when the epiphany struck. I remembered something about myself. Hey self!, I said. Remember how you used to love to brag things up on your blog? Remember how you’re ten times more willing to do something if you can shout out about it? Why not have THAT be what your blog is about? Have it be about taming the chaos, tamping down the crazy. I mean, the name totally fits, so why not go with it?

And I told myself, Myeh, it’s worth a shot. ‘Cause I’m real enthusiastic like that.

So every day (for the next four weeks, because people, I’m having a BABY on February 22nd!) I’m going to put up a wee tiny post telling you about a (metaphorical) orange crayon I’ve picked up. Yesterday, I cleaned out under the kitchen sink. The day before that? I created a meal planning system for my family that I’ve had in mind for, oh, a few years now. Today? Today I’m going to open up a document that I’ve been avoiding, that has the first couple chapters of a book I started to write, and I’m going to WRITE. And it may end up being drivel (there’s always that risk and always will be), but it’s going to be orange-crayon-picking-up kind of drivel, and will therefore be AMAZING.

What are you putting off? What are you going to tackle today?