Toady toad

I've been having trouble lately with my blogging, I just don't seem inspired to write about anything. I hate to blame January and the post-Christmas blues but I don't know what else could have sucked all the joy out of stuff at the moment. Is this something that anyone else is finding? My Google Reader suggests otherwise, as blog after blog after blog churns out posts whilst I stay relatively quiet.

I try and make it worth my while when it comes to blogging. I feel that I, and you as a reader, deserve a little more than a hastily put together post that's not really about anything. Apart from anything those kinds of posts make it difficult for people to comment on and comments are the bloggy-air that I breathe to keep me going.

However just lately I don't seem able to muster up the energy (and more importantly find the time) to sit down and properly think and compose a post. So instead, I'm afraid you're going to have to put up with another "Are you really blogging about this?!" post. You're just going to have to bear with me I'm afraid.

So this weekend saw me complete one of my Not Really Resolutions for this year as I wielded my paintbrush and acrylic paints and got Toady Toad finished. This was satisfying for many reasons;

1) Who doesn't like ticking things off lists?!

2) This has been hanging around for too long

3) It kept me busy on an otherwise quiet Sunday. I do not like being unproductive and days with nothing planned drive me a little mental.

Oh beautiful toad, don't be mad that the mosaic maker cut your nose off

I know that I really need to come up with a more inspiring name for him than Toady Toad, but I just can't think of one for the life of me. I like that he has an affectionate kind of nickname. To be honest I feel kind of affectionate towards him. When I was hunting toads down during the Larkin' with Toads project in Hull I felt overwhelming urges to throw myself on them and hug them. I have no idea why, I put a lot of energy into not answering that question.

I don't quite want to throw my arms around Toady Toad, he's too small and I'd most likely break him in some way. But I do quite like to pat him on the head and sigh and say "Oh Toady Toad I love you."

(I'm revealing too much aren't I?)

In the beginning...

I am pleased he's finished though, not only has he made me feel a little invigorated at the prospect of actually crossing something off my list, it's encouraged me to get on with the other things that are on there. I really am trying to complete these resolutions, not just fanny about and say I'm going to do it (although please please please don't hold me to that reading 12 classics in a year thing ok?!). Plus it seriously has kept the boredom at bay, I've found myself this January with a couple of weekends with nothing planned at all, whilst I know that I should rejoice in that and most people would relish the idea, for me it fills me with a little dread. One of my greatest fears in life is that I'm wasting time.

Without wishing to sound like a total twat, time on earth is limited and I would hate to get to the end of my days and be faced with an endless parade of time spent not doing anything, wasting my life away just sat in front of the tv or in bed. If I'm doing either of those things I'll be doing something productive as well, whether it's reading or cross-stitching or crocheting - they're not big things but I absolutely cannot be idle, it drives me round the bend.

You see this is what happens when I blog without purpose. They end up strange and rambly and appear to be about plastic toads but are actually about the meaning of life.

Anyway.

Thanks Mr Toad.

...And now all finished.