I once wrote a blog post called “Someone Help Derail My Train of Thought!!” and I guess this is another one a bit like that. The past week – October half term – has seen our family have a little holiday (essentially our main holiday of 2015). We went to Shorefield Country Park in Milford upon Sea – New Forest. We were lucky to have the opportunity to stay in a really lovely ‘lodge’, or ‘static caravan’ for a reduced cost through our employer.
This post really ought to be a review of the park. Or a journal of what we did and where we went, and a year ago it would have been but something has changed in me since then – I have been finding it hard to get motivated to put pen to paper (finger to keyboard) and letting distractions overcome me – the fact that Strictly is back on our screens has a lot to answer for if truth be told! I took my ‘good’ camera with me for our week away but never got it out of the bag instead relying on the old iPhone to record precious memories.
My mind has been flitting around – I seem to jump from one task to the next without finishing the first – so easily distracted! In fact I have had to give myself a very serious talking to this evening just to keep away from Facebook – who knew that one little social network could suck me in so completely on such a regular basis, scrolling, scrolling, occasionally liking, occasionally sharing, occasionally reconnecting with old friends, but never ever getting anything done. I think FB must be like the original Hotel California – “you can check out any time you like – but you can never leave…”
And still this evening I have watched a bit of Strictly, watched a few X Factor performances on YouTube (I like to tell myself it doesnt make me a real viewer of such tripe but it’s a bit like having a McDonalds banana milkshake and telling yourself it’s OK because it counts as one of your ‘five a day’) and then I thought “ooh I wonder what the original version of that Ed Sheeran song sounded like?” and I’m back on YouTube, which then led me to consider the similarities to the old bluesy ‘Rush’ soundtrack which Eric Clapton dreamt up back in 1991 (not to be mistaken with the Formula 1 bio-pic of 2013).
Maybe it’s going on holiday with your children when you’re used to a couple of days off a week – it’s lovely but all a bit relentless and there is literally no escape (3 year old in bed with me from as early as 11.45pm on at least three occasions). The thought of even conceiving a blog post, let alone writing one has been about as likely as me winning the National Lottery (I don’t play…).
Life seems particularly unstructured – never any guaranteed time to just ‘be’, I grab whatever hour happens to make itself available on any given day but it certainly doesn’t lend itself to a ‘blogger’s editorial calendar’ and you know, maybe I don’t need one of those anyway – it isn’t my job, I have no real reason to make this little part of the interwebs a ‘going concern’. But I love writing so I miss having that fire and purpose and those precious hours when there was time not only to write a post but to brainstorm ideas.
So here’s to inspiration. Here’s to re-igniting the passion. And those distractions? They can jog on. Except for Christmas shopping of course…