My motivation and energy levels have been down a few gallons for the past couple of months.
In choosing to dedicate more time to family, some things had to go for a while.
I’ve put on hold: power walking, macaron baking, language classes, photography and photo editing, guitar playing, and even my love of cooking and ventures into trying new recipes has ground to a halt.
I was well beyond tired, running on fumes, and finally realized that I needed a vacation from retirement. What a concept.
I think I emptied all of my mojo tanks and am now (somewhat impatiently) waiting on refills.
The fuel pump I require is self-serve, so there’s only one person who can start the flow.
I believe that resuming this blog is my first trip to the filling station.
“Why?” (You may or may not ask)
Well – I like to have at least one decent photo in each post, so getting those shots will start to refill the photography/photo editing tank. In order to find what I consider interesting photo subjects, I need to be out in nature – so my walking tank will soon be getting a partial refill (partial because after the long break, it’ll take some time to build back up to power walking speed and distance)
I’ll make several trips to the mojo station and fill each tank a bit at a time – sort of like eating the proverbial elephant.
*I took some liberty with my feature photo. These gas pumps are at an old filling station we visited along Historic Route 66. They weren’t selling mojo, but I made it so with the help of ChatGPT *





















