Yep. I missed posting yesterday, the first time all month. But I was exhausted. After a day of work and play directing, my body and mind were screaming for rest. So I crashed, on the couch during "Grey's Anatomy." I like that show, but it wasn't great enough to keep me awake. I slept through it and whatever else was on afterward including the news. Jay Leno woke me up, but I don't remember why. I think it was laughter or applause or something along those lines. I like the sound of applause.
Guilt is what I felt when I realized that I had not written a blog yesterday. Some time ago my daughter encouraged me to get involved with the NaBloWriMo group, but it was mandatory that I write something every day. I was going along fine, posting one blog after another, every day in October until fatigue hit me like a ton of bricks. And that was all she wrote!
The thing is, I love to write. I'm a professional writer. My second job is a feature writer/columnist for a local magazine. It's so much fun, and when I retire in 2 or 3 years, I hope that I can continue writing on a larger scale.
But for now, I'll work on my book about my dad, send early morning greetings on facebook, write for "Calhoun Magazine" and continue writing on "Little Mary Sunshine."
So I missed a day. I won't beat myself up, and I may just write a second blog on here this evening. In the meantime, I'm going to drink a cup of coffee, eat some cereal, shower, get dressed in my jeans and sweater...it's jeans day on campus for employees...work a half a day, take my mom for a medical test, go home, and....who knows?
I may just crash again. I'm not as young as I used to be.
Wait! Do I really want to admit that?
Guilt is what I felt when I realized that I had not written a blog yesterday. Some time ago my daughter encouraged me to get involved with the NaBloWriMo group, but it was mandatory that I write something every day. I was going along fine, posting one blog after another, every day in October until fatigue hit me like a ton of bricks. And that was all she wrote!
The thing is, I love to write. I'm a professional writer. My second job is a feature writer/columnist for a local magazine. It's so much fun, and when I retire in 2 or 3 years, I hope that I can continue writing on a larger scale.
But for now, I'll work on my book about my dad, send early morning greetings on facebook, write for "Calhoun Magazine" and continue writing on "Little Mary Sunshine."
So I missed a day. I won't beat myself up, and I may just write a second blog on here this evening. In the meantime, I'm going to drink a cup of coffee, eat some cereal, shower, get dressed in my jeans and sweater...it's jeans day on campus for employees...work a half a day, take my mom for a medical test, go home, and....who knows?
I may just crash again. I'm not as young as I used to be.
Wait! Do I really want to admit that?
2 comments:
Nobody you know is "as young as they used to be." It's Ok! Marching to a different drummer, i.e., not really caring what anyone else thinks about what you do or what you are, is one of the rare privileges of not being so young. Otherwise, aging is mostly not acceptable. Love, sis (me2)
Guilt can bury us. On a scale of 1 to 10, how really important was it that you did not post one day? Really!!! Now forgetting to read other people's blogs, unforgivable.
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