Even when you can’t tell.

Here’s an interesting little fact.  Interesting to me, anyway.  Maybe not so interesting to you.  But this whole blogging process is a challenge.  (That’s not the interesting part. It’s not even an unexpected part.)

One of the things that has helped me keep it going this long is the little bit of structure I’ve set up.  If you follow the blog, you know we have a different general theme for each day of the week:  Smith Sundays, Monday Miracles, Tuesday Tips, etc.

I can’t tell you how much easier that makes it to come up with a specific subject for each post!  It totally supports the idea that you need to have a few rules and regulations in order to be creative.  Inspiration needs a few boundaries, or it just escapes into the ether.

The interesting thing to me has been the discovery that certain themes are harder to keep cranking out than others.  I try to keep a little ahead of blog posts.  Just in case I want to take a day off.  Somebody might want to fly me to Paris for lunch, you know.  (Well, you may not know.  I do.  That’s not gonna happen, and I’d rather go to Rome, anyway.)  Or there might be a hurricane that knocks out all power for a week.  (That could easily happen.)

So, I’ve got a few posts lined up in advance.

It’s easy to keep ahead of Smith Sundays.  Nobody will ever run out of Smiths.  There’s always something to wonder about on Wednesdays, and Friday Finds—there’s a lot of good stuff to share.  Books, music, interesting websites.  Not usually a problem to find something.  Tuesday Tips are a little harder, but they usually pop up.

The hardest days, sometimes, are Mondays and Thursdays.  The “happy” days. (Saturdays aren’t so easy either, but silliness is a special case.)

In the beginning, the Monday and Thursday posts were relatively easy to turn out.  As time has passed, however, it begins to seem harder and harder to find a miracle or something for which to be thankful.  Which is odd to me, because I have been and (knock wood) continue to be pretty lucky in my life.  Many good things have happened, continue to happen and I am thankful for all of them.

It seems, however, that there is a miracle even in the difficulty.  When the miracles start to run into each other, and I have trouble picking one out, it might be that I am unobservant.  But I prefer to think that I am living in such abundance that it’s just that the whole thing is a miracle.

The trick is to remember it.