It all started a couple of weeks ago, when I decided to do a little work on my blog design. And that's never a good thing.
Let's just say I got a tad hyper-focused in the process. For a whole week, I ate, slept and dreamed tweaks. Why, I spent an entire weekend in my room on my computer trying to figure out how different programs could help me accomplish the beautiful vision I had in my head. Yep, its true, I really know how to have a good time.
God, I've come to hate those visions. They're always the same. The idea seems so simple and amazingly straight forward. Why I can pump it out in a matter of no time.
Too bad that's not the way it works -- at least in my world. Hours (or days) later, I'm left swearing at my trusty little laptop and my family is left to figure out who the strange, crazed woman is...the one seen emerging from her bedroom from time to time, looking more like a psych ward patient than their beloved mother.
All because I can never seem to recreate the stupid idea that's dancing around in my head. And being the flexible, take-it-as-it-is kind of person I am, I can't seem to let go and move on.
So after all that, my blog remains untouched.
As I tried to input my new, mediocre design, I totally screwed up my posts, my sidebars and everything else. For the first time in my life, I can totally understand why Mr. Van Gogh went after his own ear.
Being creative is overrated, totally obsessive and wreaks havoc with family life. So next time I try to implement another totally inspired, yet illusive idea, you have my permission to do an intervention. Or maybe just politely remind me to read my own blog.
Sanity is fleeting,