Whining, Wine-ing & Winning

Have you ever been camping?

ALL THE TIME as a kid, in a cute 70s-feeling camper, matching chairs, s’mores, and someone who actually remembered the bug spray. But I’m talking about being fully camped out in your own head…no exit, no quiet, just thoughts running wild like mountain wildlife in a campsite at 2 a.m. That was me last night.

Have you ever gone to sleep and you drift off, then suddenly your blog starts to write itself? It’s like I had this wild dream that kept giving me story ideas…they were all crazy, of course. Just my wild imagination not willing to let me give up yet.

I don’t know if this is my writer’s block saying, “hey, you’ve got this shit,” or if someone slipped a hallucinogen in the chicken tortilla soup at the Hen House.

Next thing I know, I’m half asleep but fully convinced I’m out here writing award-winning content in my dreams. Like paragraphs just flowing, transitions making sense, jokes landing…basically the version of me that has her life together and doesn’t forget names between her own children and her dogs.

I swear I had at least five different post ideas lined up. One was probably genius. One made absolutely no sense. One was likely about floating wine glasses. And in the moment, I’m thinking, “this is it…this is the breakthrough…this is the thing that’s been missing.”

Then morning hits.

And all I’ve got left is a vague memory of being really proud of myself for something I cannot, for the life of me, remember. No notes. No outline. Just confidence…which is honestly impressive considering I didn’t actually produce anything.

It wasn’t the usual staring at a screen wondering if I’ve already said everything I have to say. It was more like my brain reminding me that it’s still in there somewhere…still messy, still a little all over the place, but not done.

I’m happy to say now I feel like I’m back—same tagline, same crazy writing, same RBF, but finally a new story I feel great about. Come wine-d down with me anytime…because I’m not going anywhere.