I'm sorry that I've been such a shitty blogging partner this year. All I can say is that I am completely burnt out. Not burnt out on blogging. Just burnt out on life. A cluster of reasons: Winter blahs, work has been sucking the creativity and joy out of me, I stay up too late then feel tired all day. Blah, blah, blah.
I did find some energy in cleaning out the closets at home. And nothing like a new pair of shoes to cheer up this guy. Otherwise, just the same things over and over.
So instead of waiting to feel creative to inspire blogging, maybe I can blog to inspire creativity.
To de-stress and stretch myself, literally, I've been trying to get into a yoga routine. Even with three yoga studios within sight of my front door, it's been harder than I thought. Harder to get a spot in class (I give new year's resolutions until Valentine's Day to perish) and harder than ever to do the work.
Yoga is tough. Physically tough and hard to admit it. Men's flexibility pales in comparison to women's flexibility, that's well know. I don't care that I am less flexible than women, just that I'm less flexible than everyone. Maybe I need an all-men class. Here's a good Washington Post article about one man's yoga experience. Sounds scarily familiar.
Keep me honest on the stretching. And the blogging.