Guess I had Blogger’s Block

My sincere apologies to my readers.  I know I’ve been MIA for more than a few weeks.  I suppose I’m suffering from bloggers block.  Don’t take it personally.  I’ve pretty much from MIA from a lot of things these days.  I even went as far one week as deleting all the social media apps off of my phone.  Yes, you read that right.  I deleted Facebook, Twitter, WordPress, Whatsapp, YouTube, and Yelp cutting myself off from the mobile social media world.  Of course, that only lasted two weeks for Facebook, but the other apps are still gone.  At night, my phone no longer resides next to me on the nightstand, but all the way on the other side of the house on the kitchen counter.

No , I’m not loosing it.  No, I’m not depressed. What am I then?

I’m free!

I’m free from dings, and pings, and blings!

I’m free from chirps, and tweets, and bleeps!

I’m free from that feeling that I need to be on call for someone else outside of my immediate circle of concern 24 hours a day.

Have you read, “The Seven Habbits of Highly Effective People,” by Dr. Stephen Covey?  If your answer is no, than my next question is, “Why not?”

I have figuratively drawn my circle of concern with a hot pink glitter pen, and my circle of influence inside that pink circle with a purple glitter pen.

However, the byprodut of those pink and purple circles has caused my creative writing juices to dry up.  I’ve tried multiple times to start a crafty well written blog only to get nowhere further than the second sentence.

So, here I am filling you in and catching you up to my whereabouts.  The first weekend of May, I completed the most intense 100 day stretch of my life by graduating from an emotional intelligence leadership program.  On Mother’s Day, I pigged out on an entire tub of mint chip ice cream.  Towards the end of the month, we were pleasantly surprised with the ease of Marley’s IEP for Kindergarden.  Marley with be receiving Braille instruction in the classroom and O&M (orientation and mobility, otherwise known as cane travel) with her preferred chosen cane, her long white NFB cane.  June gave me a weekend in San Francisco with two of my oldest and dearest friends of 20 years.  We had a full itinerary outline, but scrapped it for a relaxing hike, a burger, and then food poisoning.  It was actually the best weekend I’d had for a while.  I honestly can’t remember laughing that hard in a very long time, the kind of laughing where you can’t breathe and you can’t stop.  Now here we are.  I don’t know who’s more excited about this weekend, my parents or my kids.  This will be our first time seeing them since November.  Lastly, I’m excited to announce that the Rupps are heading to Orlando!  We won’t be hitting the Magic Kingdom, instead we’re participating in the historic 75th National Convention of the National Federation of the Blind.  This is my first national convention since 2009, when I was 21 weeks pregnant with Marley.  My husband attended his first and only convention in 2007 when I received a National Scholarship.  This year, we are attending for the first time, as parents of a blind child.  This year, Marley and Jackson get to be in the presence and power, in a hotel with over 3,000 positive blind role models, participating in children’s activities with other blind children and their sighted siblings, and Marley will be modeling in the NFB Style show hosted by the National Organization of Parents of Blind Children.

Follow Blind Mom in the Burbs on Facebook for more frequent updates and ramblings, especially for all the fun photos.

Have a wonderful summer!

Advertisements

2 thoughts on “Guess I had Blogger’s Block

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s