On Losing My Mojo
I think my mojo decided to run and leave around the time the Christmas decorations were being packed away. I did notice it seep away but was not fast enough to catch it.
It hasn’t helped that I have had injuries and fallen into bad habits of not exercising enough, partaking in a glass of wine (or two) on a regular basis, eating cake, and indulging in my twitter addiction *sigh*. That twinned with my biggest confidant being uber busy, so rather than being told to buck up my ideas and get to it, get reminded of (what I already know) needs to be done, I’ve been lazy… Mojo probably got fed up with my apathy to life.
I recently went on a road trip to my parents, 1,472 miles (round trip with a few detours) in my wee car, just me and the boys. I got to hang out with three glorious goddesses and three gorgeous guys. For a moment I felt less just a Mama and more like Sunniva Anne. I used this opportunity to try new things and plan new opportunities.
Then I came back to reality, to the messy house that seems such a huge project to sort, to a new routine, which in itself has its plus points, but it often still feels like I am wading through treacle.
I am trying hard to capture my mojo. Not just for blogging, but for everything. Mostly for being a good Mama, wife and friend.
I am indebted to the friendships I have nurtured of late, they have truly kept me going. Though I know I have to find a way forward myself, not because of another human being.
Hmmm… thanks, as always for listening, I will endeavour to post more pictures of cake, that seems to make everyone happy and I have some new ideas for here too… we shall see, perhaps that mojo is returning after all.