I realize that it has been well over a month since my last post: I feel horrible. And oddly enough, it’s not for the reason I thought it was. I kept thinking about the time that has passed since my last post and kept feeling bad as it was ‘X’ number of days since the last one. I got used to regular schedule(ish) of blogging and when I fell off track, I was embarrassed I missed so much time.
However, here I am, one month and 18 days since my last published post and surprisingly the time doesn’t bother me. Why I regret not writing more often and what has been reinforced is that writing is therapeutic for me. Because I hadn’t planted myself down with the intent to write a post in a long time, I lost touch with one of my outlets: I felt off.
Even now, in the 5 minutes I have spent populating these thoughts, I feel a degree of inner calmness. The last months have been a whirlwind. I could list everything I’ve been doing but a) I don’t want to think about it and, b) you likely could care less. Point being, I’ve been busy: but that’s no excuse. This is for me.
I am reminded, yet again, that unless we stop and take a moment to slow down and enjoy ourselves, life can flash before our eyes. You’d think I’d learn…
It feels good to be back, thanks for waiting.