And it spoke to me, in relation not only to my lack of writing, but also to my goal of practicing balance.
For me, balance no longer means finding time to do everything I "need" or want to do; balance means achieving a healthy mix of work and play, productivity and relaxation to maintain a happy me. The things that make me happy - how I play and relax - aren't always consistent. While blogging/writing was at one time an outlet that created much reward and satisfaction, recently the blank computer screen has been less attractive than the stack of books on my shelf, the piles of photos that have yet to be scrapped, the movies in my Netflix queue, and the "pinned" recipes that remained untested. At first I felt guilty that writing had been pushed to the back of my heart, but then I both accepted and embraced it, enjoying the activities that made me most happy at the time. As a result, I've read some great books, watched more movies in the past few months than I usually do in an entire year, and even made a few great projects... all of which I'm now finally ready to write about here.
So what is the ultimate take-away for me six months into this "year of balance"? It's that balance means different things at different times; that what makes me happy today might not make me happy tomorrow - and that's O. KAY; that trying to force myself to continue a hobby - whether that be blogging or scrapbooking - when I'm not feeling it can make the hobby even less desirable; that there is great benefit in listening to myself and giving myself both the space and permission to do what my brain and body need at the time.
Thus, this is me accepting the way things have been, forgiving myself for diverging from my original path, and promising to continue being honest with myself about my needs. And this is me finally hitting the "publish" button.