Living the words
when writing looks different
I didn’t mean to take a break. It just happened. There was no inciting incident, no particular reason except for that I didn’t have anything cohesive to say, and I did have lot of things to do.
When I left off writing, I was hoping my contractions1 would chill out so I could head to a training in Greenville, S.C. for three days. It was the longest I’d been by myself in the past 10 years, and while exhausting in its own right, it seemed to hit a reset button on my nervous system. I came back home and I realized that my real life — this every day, five kids, homeschooling, feeding people, all the things — is so very good, but there is a reason I’m tired all the time and it’s not my imagination! When I had only myself to manage, I had energy to go out to lunch (and dinner) and socialize all day long, trying new things with perfect strangers, still very pregnant. I usually shrug it off when people tell me I must be busy, or I have my hands full. It’s just one of those things that people sa…