I met a friend today at Panera’s for lunch. As we got caught up on the latest things we had done (I had last seen her a month earlier at the Homestead in Hot Springs), she made a comment that kind of caught me off guard.
“You don’t write [on your website] anymore.”
I told her about being busy with Bearing Drift now that I edit for 20 authors and a number of other responsibilities that take up the time I used to have for writing my own posts. I still write, but it’s for Bearing Drift and not LynnRMitchell, and it usually falls into the political template of the site.
As I explained all that to her I lamented that I miss the “fluff,” as I called it — the light-hearted things and subjects I used to write about at my own site. She said she had expected to see photos from Tuesday’s snow. True enough … in the past I would have written about our first snow of winter.
I would have written about watching the snow come with eyes glued to the window and enjoying the ever-growing winter wonderland. I would have written about trekking to the mailbox, and then going for a walk around the yard as the flakes came down.
I would have shared those photos that were shared on Facebook. I would have shown the pics of the young twin deer who were feeding beside the driveway … ever present in the yard.
I would have shown tracks in the snow, and snow-covered nandina berries. The woodpile covered in snow. The deserted firepit. The picnic table with several inches of snow piling up on it. The tiny white twinkly outdoor lights … the wreath on the deck gate.
I miss doing that. But there will be a day again when I’m not heading up Bearing Drift.
For now I love what I do at Bearing Drift and the interaction with our writers and guest posters and political candidates and elected officials, all cultivated from 20 years of involvement and developing grassroots in this community that I moved to almost 24 years ago.
But I may be able to make a little more time to post some “fluff” here at LynnRMitchell. I just need to give myself permission to do so.
“All work and no play,” you know. Enjoy your weekend….