Oh my, it’s been over a month
since I’ve posted. Why?
Well.
Busy with family. Yes they do come first.
And I am unbelievably busy at the job I
Because I am so physically taxed at work I am totally spent by the end of my work day.
I rise at 4:45am, at work by 7. (I squeeze in email corralling and FB during my early breakfast.) For the next nine hours I am trekking 4 to 5 miles, bending, lifting and doing what I physically have to do to get a paycheck. Ten years ago I’d say, “…my job keeps me fit”, now I think it’s just plain wearing me down. Though it sounds like it, I am not complaining.
Like my husband says, “it is what
it is.”
My point in sharing this tale of
woe is that ‘my tired’ has effected my writing time. I’m editing a
not-sure-what-to-call-it and working on my column. I’m trying to read and
research and live up to ancillary obligations, which means posting has fallen
far down the list.
But, here I am.
Why?Well.
Because words feed me oxygen.
I have tomorrow off.
Tonight I breathe.
Have you ever been suffocated by obligation and how did you get catch your breath?