I’m mellowing in my middle age. Last week I missed a day of NaBloPoMo and it only irked me a tiny bit. No guilt over it, no writing shame spiral, just oops and done. Today I’m thumb-typing this post between flute students. I’m eating a sandwich with the other hand, too. Multi-tasking at its very best.
There’s only so much stress to go around, and after last week’s full-body thud, there’s not much left for a self-imposed, entirely unnecessary (in the grand scheme of things) writing challenge. So if I get something something of quality up every day I’m pleased. If not, then that’s ok too, because it meant something more important took precedence.
Look at me, a full-on adult, and finally getting a handle on life triage. Go, me!
If you want some more in-depth writing, check out yesterday’s post for the GHF blog hop. From there you can surf to the blog hop page, and then the posts of all the participants. I’d link, but my thumb is very tired now.