I misplaced my mojo!

Can you guys believe that it’s already January 14th, where does the time go? The sad part is that I’ve already broken one of my New Year’s resolution’s which is to get a handle on all of my spinning plates. In case you haven’t noticed I’ve dropped a couple lately and misplaced something along the way. Some may call it momentum or focus, I call it my mojo. You know what I mean, that part inside all of us just bubbling and fizzing away with creative verve.

I’ve been looking for my mojo everywhere! Digging through piles of wet sandy laundry, even braving the dark recesses of the pantry. It did cross my mind that it might be hidden way up on top of the cabinets but nope, not there either. The next obvious place was under the couch yet all I found there were a few dust bunnies in hot pink shutter shades getting their groove on to “1983”.  Those little bunnies love a good house party.

There have been a few sneak peaks of my mojo but then it would quickly hide again. Ideas have been flowing at work,  I ‘ve taken a few photos of the monkeys and yet I’ve only cooked a handful of times in two months. Seriously, no lie! Zero baking whatsoever has transpired in my kitchen since early December…gasp! Also my darlin’ surfer, who for years has professed incompetence when it comes to any and all culinary ventures, has been left in charge of dinner. My poor guys have been eating like college students for weeks now. Feel bad for them y’all, feel really, really bad.

With all of that being said guess what happened? I came home last evening to this plate of food which was so lovingly laid out  for me.

It may not have be a meal from the pages of Gourmet or Bon Appetit but neither was it a hotdog, hamburger, chicken nuggets or had come out of a box. Way to go baby! Talk about deserving some kudos. To top it all off he took photos. That’s right my man… the one who morphs into a stone the minute he spots me taking photos of him, the same guy who lived peacefully with the shambles of our home for months as I neglected it for TR, yes that man, actually took photos for me in case I may want to use them.

He even took a prep photo. Awwwwwwww! Could he be any sweeter?

Brownie points babe! Big, huge, whopping brownie points for always taking care of me so completely and fully.

As I looked at the plate of food, the boys snuggled up by their dad watching a movie and his sweet smile I realized where my mojo was. It was sitting right there in front of me, where it has always been. It has been hiding in plain sight just like the time I lost my sunglasses. THUNK! Geez I am dense sometimes.

I’ve always been of the philosophy that if you work hard, then you play hard but like most mother’s and wives, even in play, I typically put my enjoyment towards the end of the list. Evidently out of habit I started down that same path again once things at work started to progress. For thirteen years I gave up my artwork as I focused on my career and our family, all the while DS would try and coax me into picking up a brush to no avail. When you’re a go with the flow chic as well as a border line workaholic with tunnel vision like myself, it’s nearly impossible adapting to the notion of micro-managing your creative side. To be honest I never really believed that it was fair to take time away from my family in order to simply spend time on myself. As it happens I’m the only one who ever felt this way, the guys thoroughly embraced the fact that I flexed my creative wings a little bit this year.

I am so very thankful that they are so supportive and that they subtly nudge me back on the right path from time to time. I look forward to setting those plates back on their poles again to spin along with rest. I’ve missed playing around in the kitchen and sharing the goofiness that we seem to attract. Most of all I miss chatting with you guys and visiting with some of my blogging buddies over at their sites. I really have been trying to find my way back to my fun zone the past few weeks but I always end up getting in my own way. Who would have ever guessed that all it would take was a cute surferboy stretching his wings in what he considers to be an uncomfortable area and snapping a couple of photos for his wacky wife.

I have my mojo back now y’all but be patient with me as I get my sea legs back under me and find my groove.

Love you bunches!,

Tickled Red