I have been trying to figure out what "happened" to me.
I used to be passionate about being "green". I used to be passionate about "prepping". I used to be passionate about planning the garden, mapping out what would go where and how much it would cost. I used to be passionate about my writing, spending hours playing with how words can be strung together in so many different ways. I used to be passionate about keeping house, and providing a wonderful home for my family. I used to be passionate about.... so many things.
Lately, though, I am having trouble tapping into that same passion. Oh, I still care. I still do the things I think are important. I still recycle, and buy second-hand. I coupon like a madwoman. I have my garden, and I still scribble away in my spare time. I keep composting, and fussing with my crafting.
It just feels, I dunno... flat. Like there is a barrier between myself and the excitement I used to feel about these things.
I keep looking for inspiration. I search blogs, I read books, I go out and breathe the fresh air... I am trying to find my way back to the excitement I used to feel. I think I will probably find it again eventually. I hope so. Until then, I am just... on hold.
~and that's all I have to say about that....~