[unexpected] hiatus
I always intend to make time to write. And then I don't. I write for a while and then somewhere along the way I develop anxiety about it and keep putting it off until it's been too long. Having anxiety about it is ridiculous. It's not as if people read this stuff. It's just me processing life as it happens ... at least that's the intention. As I sat here post-blizzard thinking about the succulents which are soon to arrive in the post and wondering whether or not I have enough places to put them, I thought perhaps I'd put fingers to keyboard and give writing another whirl. My hiatus from writing was unexpected, but not as unexpected as the sheer joy of seeing this crescent moon suncatcher as I head down the stairs to start my day. It helps me begin my day with joy, even when I already feel overwhelmed by life and all it's been throwing at me lately.
