My personality requires routine in most things, and writing is no exception. While I wanted to participate in the Write 31 challenge – posting something every day for the month of October – I also know my limitations.
I never got around to the August fun-times post, and while a part of me still hopes to, let’s be realistic. Perhaps I’ll find a casual way to throw in photos of me camping just outside the gates of a (decommissioned) prison after a stellar concert.
If not, I’ll learn to live, knowing I can still make memories even if the only people who know about them are me and Jay (and the random stranger friends I made along the way.)
I celebrated the deeper conversations #10thingstotellyou prompted, but we can’t always choose our talents.
I missed most of the 10 Things to Tell You prompt thanks to my visit to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter at Universal Orlando. I appreciate the call for deeper conversation on social media, and want to complete the prompts despite being outside the 10 days.
My first bout of claustropbia came in my favorite city in the world. Many moons ago, before that part of the Statue of Liberty closed to tourists, and crowd safety issues were a thing.
Each day I’m getting further and further behind. I’m sure you know the feeling of not knowing when – or how – you’ll get around to doing what you’ve missed, much less what you’ve got on your plate for the coming week.
My extracurriculars finally catching up to me, I slumped on the couch. “What’s this?” she asked, noting my energy level lower than normal.
I’ve been fighting a lie for the past week or so, wrestling with my thoughts on how small changes affect outcomes in a big way. More specifically, I’ve bought into the lie that changes must be grand and dramatic in order to be effective.