I haven’t written this week 😥
I didn’t write last week, either. There has been so much going on. Helping with my husband’s business is busier than I expected it to be. A lot busier. I keep getting worn out and stressed out, and then I need to sleep more, and then I unwind by watching TV. So a week and a half has passed and I’ve made no progress.
I don’t know how I’m going to make up those pages, but I’ve decided not to worry about it for now. We’re trying to get things figured out with my husband’s shop, and I need to keep my head clear to help. We need the money, so I can’t drop the ball. It has only been three weeks, so we’re still figuring out how to make it work. It’s getting better all the time, it’s just that I’m one giant blob of stress and sadness so I see every little problem and blow it way out of proportion and make everything worse.
I definitely want to keep working toward my goal. Maybe if I end up cutting enough pages, or getting a lighter work week sometime, I can make up for this last week and a half. I have most of tomorrow and Friday free, so I’m hoping it’ll give me time to get some writing, cleaning, AND TV watching done. I have more free time on Sunday, too. My goal for the next few days is to write SOMETHING, even if it isn’t much. Just to feel like I’m still making progress.
My Alps picture above shows what I wish the weather was like right now. Because it’s 85 every day. In late September. In Colorado. To anyone who thinks that’s normal, I’ve lived here for 27 years, and it’s not. Give me Fall already, jerk.