Getting Off the Struggle Bus

Twice recently, I’ve threatened to take a break [Horses of NYC 2017, What’s Up]. Now, I’m doing it. I’m going to stop blogging for a while.

The previously mentioned reasoning still holds [Up]. I like where the blog is. What I lack is content. Usually by Friday, I have the weekend’s posts written and next week’s ideas drafted.

I have run out of things to say, or for today, things to photograph. Zero in the idea bank. Mental gas tank on empty. I realize this represents a failure of imagination on my part rather than a failure of the universe to supply material.

Yes, weekly/semi-weekly posts are an option, as are intermittent posts. However, I know myself. Without the solid daily deadline, potential posts would dissolve into a puddle of procrastination. Just ask my unwritten, Hugo-winning science fiction novel.

I may be done. I may be back in a week. Quod futurum incertum est. Qui Sait? Reply hazy, ask again later.

Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott

7 thoughts on “Getting Off the Struggle Bus

  1. Sometimes you just need a break. You’ll hit a point where you say, hey, I’m ready now. Till then, don’t even think about it. I’ll miss you, I’m sure all your followers will or they woulldn’t be followers, LOL, but you need to take care of yourself first.

  2. Do what you need to do. You have my blessings but I will miss you. Mornings won’t be the same.

  3. Thank you all.

    I’m not one to be at a loss for words (IRL eyeroll). If I ain’t riding, I ain’t got nothing to blog about.

    I like, nay love, having horses at home. However, I don’t feel driven to blog about it any more than I wish to blog about the cats & dogs, although many people do just fine with pet blogs.

    Rodney & I are at a frustration nadir. Milton & I have made tiny steps toward riding but, a) there is not much to say other than that we are plugging away & b) we are concentrating on the driving for the moment. Saddle seat chugs along but a) not well & b) when I can. Not showing omits a lot of blog fodder.

    I miss it. Already.

  4. English is weird. Words can mean their own opposite.

    Frustration nadir – the least amount of frustration.
    Frustration nadir – the lowest level, brought about by frustration.

    That is all. Vaya con Dios.

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