Clearly I’ve fallen out of the blogging habit, a habit I really like. Too much work plus a few extra family demands added up to only nine posts this month. Nine. Today Gracie asked, “Whatever happened to your blog?” This was a key rhetorical device in her argument that 10-year-olds should be allowed to bungee jump, but she had a point.
I love writing this blog and hearing from the people who read it. I love looking for ways to challenge myself every day. I just…haven’t made as much time for it lately. I’m trying to get back into the swing of things. Really.
Here are a few tidbits from the past week:
Lisa over at Woman Wielding Words recently put out a call for stories for a project she is working on. I shared a few of mine. Felt kind of ballsy. Who do I think I am anyway? Lisa kindly read them and shared a few kind comments, too. Thanks, Lisa!
I’ve been thinking about drinking, especially about how it’s been happening more frequently lately. So this week, I decided to hop on the wagon for four days. It was fine. Not an issue. As a bonus, I snacked less at night. I would have gone for a fifth day on Thanksgiving, but some things are just more enjoyable with a drink. An excess of football, for me, is one of them.
I’m happy to say I did NOT brave the Black Friday crowds this year. I view this as sanity rather than cowardice. For those of you who did and got a great deal on the solid gold iPad with the T-Rex bone, good for you.
And now for something to pad this hastily written post:
“We can all reprogram our brain’s responses by putting ourselves into new, initially uncomfortable situations. We’ll learn fear might not mean ‘stop’; I’ve come to believe fear usually means ‘go.’” — Frances Moore Lappé
It’s obvious that I could use some inspiration. When have you felt fear and chosen “go” instead of “stop”?