fancy free

You'd think I'd have been a lot quicker about posting this year, what with all the topics to choose from: newly wedded bliss, reunions with far-away friends, a newly furnished household thanks to an abundance of wedding gifts (and the challenge of finding places for everything), tickets booked for a three week honeymoon in England come April, a new job opportunity, the list goes on and on.

But there's something about being content that sucks the ability to create anything profound from a person (at least me). Even the great ones have nothing of import to say when all is reasonably well (have you READ Keats' early work?). Grit and struggle is always more inspiring - for writers and readers alike - than a smooth, easy, carefree existence.

But alas, that is what I am currently experiencing. Life without the sandpaper. And so I'd rather sit and revel in it than pour my thoughts and feelings onto a page - whether a journal page or blog page. I need angst to express myself, and that's something I'm rather short of just now (thanks be).

Perhaps this is the dark side of comfort.

I have often made comparisons between Kelowna and the poppy field in The Wizard of Oz: when you get into the middle of both, you get so comfortable you want to fall asleep. This is why, despite the talented painters, musicians, writers, and others, no one gets very far in this city. It's so wonderful, temperate, beautiful and peaceful it just lulls you right to sleep.

I'm not suggesting my early married life is a poppy field itself, but all the good things that are happening in my life have certainly softened the edge and inspiration to vent/write - at least right now. So forgive me if I'm a little lax these next couple of weeks - I have a lot of enjoying to do.