I just had to get up and dust the table. I’ve spent the past ten minutes trying to ignore it and write instead, but I couldn’t resist. The dust won.
I confess. I’m anal.
Right now I’m trying to ignore the tiny hand print on the back door windowpane. I’m torn because I look at it and think of Drew. That makes me smile. But then I start to wonder what was on his hand that left that much residue on the window. Do I want to know? I should try not to think about it.
Anyway – Happy New Year, everyone. I know, I skipped two MAJOR holidays to get here but it was intentional. I discovered something about myself a few months ago. Whenever I succeeded at posting regularly, I felt a lot of pressure to continue to do so. It felt a lot like stress.
I’m allergic to stress.
And, whenever I wasn’t posting regularly, I felt bad about it. It felt a lot like guilt.
I’m opposed to guilt.
So, I’m starting with a new outlook this year. I won’t pressure myself about it. I’ll have fun again.