Oh, hey there.
Hold on, let me finish climbing out from under the rock I’ve been hiding beneath for the last month.
Yes, I’m still alive. And no, I have no glorious excuse to give for my hibernation. Would you believe me if I told you the holidays were too much? That I got sick—-like, dog sick right after my little brother’s wedding? That looking at anything on the internet made me nauseas and overwhelmed? That it felt really, really good to just unplug for awhile.
That’s the truth really. I could have pushed forward through the sickness, exhaustion, and Christmas hoopla. I could have gotten over my mysterious contempt for the internet and all things social media. But in reality, a break was definitely needed.
Ever since I was a kid writing felt like a treat. Like a secret super-power I could summon whenever I needed a moment to myself. We kind of shared everything in my big family of six kids. But writing? That’s always been mine.
Blogging has opened up so many different avenues to take my writing. And with all the new, wonderful experiences that included making money for my family—well, it has started to feel like a rat race.
When your secret super-power, your “thing that makes you happy,” your contribution to society…when that thing starts to feel like a rat race, it’s definitely time to step back.
I’ve been here before with blogging. Fed up. Tired. Ready to throw in the towel. And this time, I almost did. Truly. At Christmas I thought for sure I should pull the plug.
But here I am again.
Feeling like just maybe, if I’m lucky, I’ll get my super-power back.
My sweet dad called me yesterday and told me he was sad that I wasn’t blogging. And then he shared this brilliant quote from an ancient philosopher, Epictetus.
“If you wish to be a writer, write.”
I had to laugh. Why It’s so hard to sometimes pick up a pencil, or stare at a blank screen, I’ll never know. But I do know that starting is something.
Thanks, dad, and Epictetus.
Also, this photo has nothing to do with this post, but isn’t it darling? This is my nephew and Chaucer at my brother’s wedding.