onward, ho!

Every day that my daughter and I venture out in the car, one, then the other of us heralds our departure with this - "Onward, ho!" - cry. It's silly but, like most traditions we've adopted with Herself, it has, on occasion, done wonders in turning a surly, I-want-to-stay-home-and-play-in-
my-pajamas/naked mood around, if only temporarily.

I've stayed in my pajamas for a while with regards to this whole blog thing. I've been known to over-think things, most things. Thankfully, the resulting paralysis is sometimes broken by an impetuous "bug" I catch now and again. Good examples: bangs, leaving bad jobs, almost anything regarding our daughter, this blog which I began on such a bug-high months ago but - due to that old over-thinking habit - have only now decided to really start.

I know there are 10.7 trillion blogs out there, many of which will prove to be wittier, deeper and more replete with better-taken photographs of higher quality craft. Oh, well. I've reached a point where I need an added push to be creative, whether it be making a quilt, taking photographs, weathering motherhood or fostering relationships. I'm not wild about feeling as though I "need" to do this but have discovered that whatever used to push me to "just do it" hasn't been - wait for it - incentive enough for some time. So, here we go. Onward, ho.