The STUFF of my 31 Days

I just looked back through my archives of the past 31 days,

looking for an overall theme,

a pattern of some sort.

Nope. 

Nothing.

I’m just as random blogging every day as I am blogging 2 or 3 times a week.

So there’s that.

I will say that even though this was my third year of participating in the 31 Days of writing challenge,

this was by far the hardest year to complete.

There were many days that I HAD NO IDEA how I was going to handle 

house construction STUFF, 

event planning STUFF,

Little Mermaid STUFF,

Halloween costume STUFF,

laundry and grocery and cleaning STUFF,

in addition to blogging everyday.

But, as it has ALWAYS been for me,

the STUFF of my life 

is the STUFF of my writing.

Take anything away and the other would suffer.

I talked with the other Karmen about this because we are alike:

chaos fuels us.

It will always be frustrating and harried,

but there is something exhilarating and inspiring at chaos' core.

So maybe that is why I’ve never been able to quit a 31 Days of writing challenge.

The chaos kept me going.

The crazy actually became a habit. 

That probably should’ve been 
more obvious to me.

I found myself writing all the time,

even past 3:00 in the afternoon when I am worth precious little.

I learned all over again what I learned in college:

writing is a muscle that needs consistent lifting.

And October was a month with heavy weights.

So like anyone fresh off a good workout,

I vow to keep flexing,

but maybe not with the same 

number on the dumbbells.

Having said all that, 

I will have loads to talk about next week.

The builders are busting through the wall INTO our kitchen on Monday,

thus leaving us to live without actual plates, drinking glasses, silverware,

a sink and possibly filtered water in the refrigerator.

I know, I’m a diva.

That no filtered water possibility 

is throwing me.

We’re getting windows and doors too so our addition will look more like a house and less like a barn.

We were thinking of hosting a square dance.

Except there was no electricity,

heat or completed floor.

We have a shingled roof now.

Ellie is having her tongue tumor removed on Thursday and it was decided that laughing gas would be the preferred form of anesthesia for her. 

I am a bit worried about me handling that well.

So there’s that.

The STUFF continues…

Thanks for reading!