Cluttered

My brain is cluttered this week. I have had thoughts about different blog posts swirling around in my head. Half-written, half-developed, half-good, half-crap. But when I sit to write, sentences are refusing to form in a way that flows, or makes any sort of sense. 

I’ve been feeling anxious because we have so much going on. Our house is going on the market this week, and I am half-worried it won’t sell, and half-worried it will sell right away and we won’t have anywhere to live until the end of June when we can leave for NC. And for anyone who has tried to sell a house, it’s really stressful to live in a house that must be show-ready at a moment’s notice. Luckily we are selling it ourselves so we have control over showings. But still. Sometimes I want to leave my dishes on the sink. Or not put the fluff and peanut butter away directly after eating.

And then there is the second book I am working on with my former professor. There are notes to take, chapters to write. Half-developed ideas that I feel like I never have time to sit down and develop.

So my inspiration has been lacking. I want to write about crazy family dynamics, how I have two sister-in-laws named Katie and we aren’t talking to either one. I want to write about how ironic it is that people think I’m someone who has “it” “all together,” when that couldn’t be further from the truth. I want to write about how I’m going to be 30 in six months, and how I used to think that was SO OLD, and that I’m still not sure when I’m going to feel like I’m an adult. I want to write about my failed attempts to start Kid Quotes Friday, and how I don’t know whether I should continue with a link-up or just forget about it. I want to write about how sad I am that so many of the infertility blogs I’ve been reading have had late-term pregnancy losses and my heart is breaking for all of them. There are so many words that I want to share, but I can’t.

At least not this week, because my mind is cluttered.

Apparently my brain needs some spring cleaning. Pass the Windex.

Wishing a Happy Anniversary to Shell at Things I Can’t Say, who has now been hosting Pour Your Heart Out for two years! I may be relatively new to the whole blogging world, but I’m so appreciative of Shell and the other supportive folks in her community who have made their way over here.