Don’t worry guys, I’m not going anywhere - not like in the olden days where I would disappear for months on end and just apologize over and over when I returned, but I have realized a thing or two in the past couple of days. First, I work all the effing time. This is true. Now, I work for my real jobs – waitressing at a local foods restaurant and general tour/taste/shop girl at the Truro Vineyards, which you know, is manual labor. I lug and shout and march around until my feet feel like they are going to fall off, but truthfully, I love my jobs. MOSTLY though, I work for you guys. I probably think about Medicinal Marzipan, you guys, the several blog off-shoots that are in the works, and how to be better/smarter/more accessible 90% of the day.
all work and no play, makes marzipan a dull girl.
Over the past couple of months, I have gone into a little bit of an overdrive when it comes to all things blog related. I’ve been writing here and elsewhere, and I’m been slowly but surely teaching myself how to suck less at tweeting. Just about every second I’m not at one of my real jobs, I am reading /commenting /thinking /scheming /dreaming /learning. I have never been happier. Seriously. Except for the fact that C makes fun of my for tweeting all day and night, and sometimes laments that I love my blog more than her (close, but no contest), I love this life. I feel at home for the first time – maybe ever, and trying to explain that to people who exist outside of the blog community – read: every single person in my real life – is a little difficult. But I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Now, I’m all floating on a cloud and blissed out all the time and merrily chugging away, BUT I hadn’t even noticed that I haven’t taken a break. Literally, not one break, because when I’m home and the TV is on and we are “relaxing,” my computer is always inches away or I’m sneaking tweets on my phone in the bathroom. And I don’t want to put it down, because I like you all so much.
marzipan + Papa Glatz maxing and relaxing
But two days ago, I did the unthinkable – I went by myself to the movie to watch Sex and The City 2 in the middle of the evening on a whim. I bought myself some popcorn and diet coke. I wore my yoga pants and flip flops. I sat in the dark for two and a half hours, and was just a relaxed little puddle. No computer. No computer?! No phone. I didn’t even respond to a text message. For TWO and a HALF hours. [Also, an aside, despite the bad reviews, I really liked the movie. Very entertaining. Perfect vacation from my life.]
Let me tell you: it was amazing.
And I realized how much I need to actually remove myself from my apartment, planting myself in a internet free zone and allowing myself to relax entirely. I’m also fairly certain that it will make me a better blogger.
What do you do to relax completely? Is this difficult for you? If you’re a blogger: how do you put it all down when you just know that there is something that you could be doing to make your blog better?
Advise me. I need you.
xox.
