I have ideas. Lots of them. It’s a curse. If I only had one idea a day, that would be manageable. Instead I’m swamped with ideas. Ideas for work. Ideas for home. Ideas for family stuff. Ideas for friends.
Grandma and I had this conversation one of the days when we were packing up her things for the move. We decided some people are compartment people. My mom is a compartment person. She’ll spend hours looking for the perfect sized storage container for something. Her car is this perfectly orchestrated Tetris-ish set of boxes. She has a category for everything.
Grandma and I are layers people. We organize things by our vertical timeline. Where is that piece of mail? Well I know it came after this other magazine, so it’s not below that magazine in this pile. We understand the necessity for compartments and categories but holding to them is a struggle. We’re not organized, but we sure are fun.
I am struggling to organize my ideas. I keep thinking I need to wait until I have a well thought-through comprehensive plan of attack for this blog. I should write out blogs in advance. I should start some series. I should use words like “scope” and “trajectory” and “theme”. None of that comes natural to me. Maybe I’ll get there.
Anywho, I haven’t blogged in a couple days. My head is bogged down with too many ideas. I’ll try to blog daily but I might not be consistent until after the trip to Atlanta for National Youth Workers’ Convention.