I told myself I would write every day here. Without fail. Even if I had nothing to say.
Sigh. I can use all the excuses. None matter. If it were important I would continue, right?
It’s important. Yet. What? Why is it so hard for me to commit to writing a sentence a day?
I need a phone app that lets me write that: a sentence a day to be elaborated on when I have a bigger visual platform.
I realized the other day what I boring person I am. I have lived here four years next month. I have maybe one or two local friends. And when I say that I say they are local but I mostly only see or talk to them on facebook.
I am not a joiner. No clubs. I am an introvert. I cannot INSERT myself into an established circle. Not my style. Add to this my stupid back pain and you have a boring, non joiner who works, reads books. cooks, caters to her kids. End of my boring story. I want so much to give more of my time to others to help, to nurture. And I have no outlet for it. I stress over work deadlines, worry about job security. CONSTANTLY worry about money. It’s exhausting. I can’t go for a whale watch (back), ride a horse (back), swim (back), stand up or sit too long (back). And I am FRUSTRATED.
Here comes my oldest. Home from school. Frustrated with a paper he has to write.
Next is my youngest. He’s 11 and louder than his 18 year old stepbrother. Our three cats run from them both.
Okay. I did more than a sentence today.