Things have been busy. And stressful. And sometimes, even when I have time to myself in the evenings, I’m so worn out from EVERYTHING THAT’S EVER HAPPENED EVER that I can’t do anything but sit on the couch and watch Scrubs. Sometimes I can stretch my brain far enough for Mad Men, but that doesn’t happen as often as it should. So I haven’t been here. And I’ve been trying not to feel guilty about it. I feel guilty about other things – no, not guilty (not about everything, but definitely about some things). Responsible. And that’s tiring. Weighs me down. So I let this go. Not writing doesn’t hurt anybody. I let other things go, like book club. We were reading good books (most of the time), but fitting in the time to go to the meetings turned into another responsibility, another obligation. I have other obligations, ones that are more important to me, so I let that one go. I’m tired of ignoring my friends (hi, friends!). What other things can I let go of? Selling the house ought to open up some time (no more open houses every single weekend), but then moving will take over with all the packing that entails. But then we move. Will free time appear the way we hope it will? Emily’s wedding will be past us soon – that should free up some weekends.
So am I back? I’ll try. But it might be at the expense of other things. I don’t like having to choose.
Wanna feel better? Visit the Bloggess’s Pinterest page. Some highlights:
And…you’re welcome.