I’ve Lost My Dark Passenger

With all the new changes that I have made in this last week (cutting out dairy, grain and sugar), work being hectic and life being hectic too, I’m finding myself heading into that end of year slump where I just want to give up on everything, hide in my bed and watch New Girl reruns, till I climb through the TV and make Nick and Jess get together.

*breathes*

Damn, that was a long ass sentence.

Anyway, I can’t do that, because I still have to go to work, be a parent (one that says yes instead of no), a wife and everything else.  Anyone else’s diaries getting filled up with necessary events as we wrap up the year?  I doubt it’s just us.  There are so many birthdays, school plays, social events and parent meetings that I’ve had to put into my diary this week I wonder if we’re going to have any time to ourselves to end the year.

For the most part it’s actually OK, because you gotta do what you gotta do and all that, but do you know what suffers?  This here blog.  It doesn’t get my full attention, or even an ounce of my passion.  And that sucks!

My blog has often been my comfort space to work out parenting and record the good, the bad and the downright ugly.  But it’s become a place that we only record the really monumental moments that we’ve had recently.  And even then I feel like I’ve lost my voice a bit.  Not that I’m censoring it or anything, just that it’s gotten a bit lost in all the facts I want to remember.  My Dark Passenger is gone.  (That’s for all the Dexter fans that will know what I’m talking about).  And guys, I can’t even drown my sorrows at the bottom of a bag of Nik Naks anymore!  What the heck do I do now?!

The whole situation is at such a low that I, flip I don’t know if I can actually say this.  OK, I actually considered just writing a whole bunch of sponsored posts for the next few weeks.  Mostly just to get my mojo back, but also because now that I’m planning our little Europe adventure next year, the money would totally help.

*Sits back and waits for the gasps of shock*

The good news is that I mentioned these thoughts to Seth, who I knew would set me straight again, which he did.  So I definitely won’t be burdening you with endless sponsored posts.  But it still leaves me with the mojo issue.

I’m not really sure how to get it back.  Do I just write to write?  Do I stop writing until my dark passenger calls?  Or um?  What else is there to do?