I’m well into my summer slump. It’s predictable, unavoidable, frustrating and, most of all, boring. I keep dipping my toe into the water to see if I’m ready to plunge back into the thing I think of as real life, but quickly find I’m not.
I have half-written several blog posts this past month, but lost heart with each one. A summary might show where my mind had been ambling.
To begin with, I pondered the difference between people who document their lives like a magazine, all pretty pictures and pithy soundbites, and those who write their memories like a novel with page after page of text. I fall into the latter group. I meandered around this subject, but never really came to any conclusion (just like life, really).
Then there was a post about my current failure to settle into a regular routine in my diary/notebook life, wandering between The Blue Book and my Filofax. Much like the moth I photographed on the window of our city-centre branch of Marks and Spencer, I haven’t been able to blend in seamlessly with anything I’ve tried.
After that I wrote quite a bit about not being able to walk away from the A5 Filofax despite the size and weight disadvantages. I think that particular post was where I ended up feeling becalmed in the summer slump, re-treading paths so over-used that they are more like motorways.
Most recently, I was going to write about inking up my three most-used and possibly best-loved fountain pens, not to mention the way I’m currently stuck using the same blue and purple inks and not feeling the desire to move on to something fresh. I should be finishing my current journal this week and I’ve decided I will ink up a fresh pen with something other than purple ink ready to start in the next volume.
Sometimes when you’re a little bored it’s because the things that usually occupy you don’t currently need your attention. Your mind is free to seek fresh ideas, but it keeps wandering back onto the familiar pathways instead of striking out in a new direction. The lid is off the box, but you’re not thinking outside it yet.
I’m distracting myself by binge-watching Stargate Universe. The Stargate film is a long-standing favourite and I enjoyed Stargate SG1 back in the day, but never followed on with any of the spin-offs. Recently, though, the lure of a bit of Robert Carlyle has piqued my interest. If I’m not going to be doing anything much with my knitting and writing, I might at least take the opportunity for a bit of entertainment. It’s comforting to find that my nerdy sci-fi fan is still just under the surface, even whilst some other parts of my personality are lying dormant.
How is summer treating you? Has it boosted your energy or left you feeling jaded?