I am having trouble finding my writing mojo. I just don’t feel like writing. I have lots of things to write about, but by the time I get home and on my couch, I just want to watch tv. Not share or be creative. I blame reality tv. It’s killing my brain cells, yet I can’t stop watching.
There used to be a time when I would write all my posts for the week on Sunday and schedule them. Or I would wake up in the middle of the night and grab paper and write a post. The words would spill from my fingers. I’d like to get back to that.
In other mojo news, I am ready to start dating again. I have recently started paying attention to male presence. And now that I found my giveadamn and am wearing makeup, spanx and heels most days, I am feeling much more confident.
It’s been over two years since I went out on a proper date. I think I am ready for akward first date conversation and wine. I want to get all dolled up and step out for a few hours. So if you know anyone worthy, please send him my way.
Handsome goodlookings need only apply. No more ugmos. In the past, I’ve willingly dated unattractive men because I thought they’d treat me better. Clearly I was wrong. The future Mr. Babs needs to be fine, gainfully employed and well-traveled. Oh, and he has to love children, blues music, Jesus and cuddling. Not necessarily in that order.