Finding Your Mojo

     You're not dreaming, I'm posting twice in as many days.  Go ahead and pinch yourself.    

     The past 2 weeks of my life have been a whirlwind of activity in Weaselville and I plan on writing up all the highlights and even making another video or two of our adventures, but I wanted to get back to basics with you and fill you in on how I was able to find my lost mojo.

     As some of you can attest and others may be able to guess, writing regularly is easy.  Writing something of quality and substance regularly, not so much.  Writing something of quality, substance, regularity and keeping it entertaining..........well that is a daunting, overwhelming, sometimes impossible a whole different beast.   A beast that I just happen to love.  The problem arises however, when life itself becomes overwhelming and you can't find your voice.  After all, if life has you not feeling like yourself, how can you write like yourself?

     I mean, you want to keep it genuine, but there are somethings that happen in life that you either can't write about or choose not to.  You write for your audience as much as you do for yourself and even though most of you would like to read whatever your favorite blogs have to say, it's not always that easy to share in such a public forum.  Especially when you don't have your mojo.

     So, how do you find your mojo?  That's like trying to bottle lightening, herd cats, raise Weasels or finding the end of a rainbow.  It can't be done, it just happens and you don't know how.  Pure serendipity.  For me, it came in the form of a message on twitter:

From @NukeDad Anything fun to do in your dive town? My plane lands at 11:30. :)

    
     Without missing a beat, I dropped everything to pick up the phone and make plans to meet up.  Carpe Diem and all that.  By dinner time that evening I was sitting like a bar fly, drinking a Coors Light and stalking the entrance to spot a man that I had never met in person, but consider a cherished friend.  You know, the kind that you will drop everything to see.

     Just as I expected, we recognized each other right away.  There were big hugs and zero awkwardness.  I was meeting a long time friend and walking on that rainbow.  NukeDad and Mr. Weasel also hit it off immediately.  Did I forget to mention that I picked up Mr. Weasel at his office so that he and NukeDad could meet each other as well?  Within minutes they had ganged up on me joined forces to tease me about the velocity at which my jaws flap.  Give me a break.  My jaws are always flapping, hence the nickname of motor mouth that my mother bestowed on my as a small child,  let alone the fact that that I was excited.  I am a interrogators' dream.  No wonder I don't work for the CIA.

     So excited that I didn't remember to pull my camera out.

     A few minutes later, a got a reprieve from the good natured harassment the NukeSiblings and  NukeDad's Mom walked in.  Could my night get any better??????  Well yes, but the NukeKids and NukeMom hadn't made this trip.  Another time, I hope.  What a great group of people.  Our time was limited, as they had dinner plans and The Mr. and I had a train schedule to keep.  Still, the experience was fantasmic.

     Two days later, I was yet again able to clear my schedule and meet up with NukeDad and his sibs again.  This time we remembered to pull out cameras.  We got to talk like old friends, about the fact that life had stolen the blogging mojo from both of us, but meeting this friend that I originally met online, finally in person,  and finding out that that I had regular readers, that I wasn't aware of, who were missing my postings (his siblings) reminded me of how much I loved writing on my blog and interacting online with people.  Especially those people whom I truly consider friends.  Whether we have ever met in person or not.  (Sorry that I couldn't link to all of you who make this list, but then this post would be one giant link.)

     The only thing nuclear about the Nuke family is their warmth and personalities.  They made me feel like an honorary ICBM.  NukeDad and his family gave me the gift of finding my mojo.  Not to mention picking up my bar tabs, which is something my siblings and I never do with each other, mostly because it you would have to take out a home equity loan to cover all of us when we get together.  

     All I can really say is that I am so grateful to have met these wonderful people in person, spend genuine time with them and nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, I got to to hang out with the NukeFamily and you didn't.