As you can see, I have not kept up with my regular posting schedule lately. You know what? I'm not sweating it! I don't feel bad. I don't feel like I abandoned my blog. I don't feel like I abandoned my readers. I didn't feel like I had to write. I gave myself permission to take care of myself because sometimes life happens and self care is a lot more important than keeping up with writing.
Ready for some shocking news? Writing is not my whole life.
Earth shattering, right? I'll give you a second to absorb that.
Understand this, writing is still my passion. I adore writing, and I will always love the process. It is an integral part of who I am. I have been a writer since I was thirteen years old, and that is a portion of myself that will never change. I am very secure in my identity, so it makes it very easy to step away from that portion of myself.
I have been sick for a few days. I've hugged the toilet more often than I've hugged my children recently. Monday morning I had a passing thought that it might be helpful to write a Monday Morning Pick Me Up, but that thought was proceeded by a porcelain hug. I was in no shape to do anything but take care of my immediate physical needs. Resting and staying hydrated were much more important than churning out writing just to fill a blog. My only screen time was finally bingeing Stranger Things 2.
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