Spring arrived last week and things are finally starting to come alive again in St. Paul.
I am not complaining. I am a fan of chilly nights, soul-warming soups and big, puffy slippers.
I actually live in dread of the heat.
Maybe it's not so much of a dread. Weather is part of life. Temperatures rise, temperatures fall. I understand this.
But my own internal thermostat is so wacked out these days that I do not look to the forthcoming hazy days of summer with glee and anticipation.
Instead, I'm desperately trying to figure out how to replace the crank out windows in my sauna office so I can purchase a small window unit this year to provide a bit of respite from the notoriously nasty days of Minnesota summer.
My office gets hot first. Southern exposed windows. Zero cross breezes. Computer equipment buzzing. Sure, it's great in the winter. It probably even saves on our heating bill overall. But even on a glorious spring day, 75 outside can quickly mean 85 inside. 85 leads to 90 and 90 leads to a fussy, sweaty designer in perimenopause.
True, we have central air, but in a house built in 1918, let's just say the circulation to the upper floor is less than optimal. It doesn't work at all in the office.
But maybe it's not just the change of life that is to blame.
Maybe it's the dyed-in-the-wool Washingtonian in me. I was bred for the damp and the cool. I was designed for that Pacific Northwest climate. I was supposed to love smoked salmon, Starbucks and Nirvana, things that undeniably go better with 55 or fewer degrees.
When I started this blog, originally in 2005, I never envisioned that one day I'd be trying to figure out what to write about that didn't involve weather, hot flashes, therapy and weight loss.
I remember just writing about aliens and Johnny Depp or whatever else tickled my fancy.
When no one reads you, there's definitely a sense of freedom.
It's different now. I have readers. I have sponsors. I need to keep the content a comin'.
Maybe it's that change of season, change of life thing at work. When things are physically in flux, adjustments are needed. Figuring out the best response takes thought and energy.
I just wanted to let you know that if I'm not posting a ton right now, save for my Project Life stuff, it's not for lack of trying.
It's for lack of knowing what it is that I really want to say.
Sometimes, working on getting your ducks in a row doesn't always translate to the best blogging.
Or, maybe it translates to the best blogging ever.
I'll keep you posted on what I find out.