A reader asked me recently why I stopped blogging. He said I had a good start, but then I just let it go. It feels that I do that a lot. I've been in school, and I end up on a hiatus. I began writing a book, and it's saved in a slew of documents. The reader said I had potential, but was letting the opportunity slip through my fingers. I'm afraid he was right, but I know that the last month or so hasn't been quite the cakewalk for me.
When the blinding light at the end of the tunnel gets so bright, and you're so close that you can almost make out what's on the other side-- you shut your eyes and revert back to the darkness.
To put it bluntly, I shot myself in the foot. I came across some trouble that may just keep me pushing food orders for the next year or so. It's like signing myself up into a contract for an interminable beating, both mentally and physically. The idea is exhausting just to think about it, and I hate to admit that is the reason why I haven't written. Not that there was a block, or the lack of interest. I simply had nothing bright to say, and would rather keep the "woe is me" to myself.
But I'm back now.
Like a server (Gretchen for example) who's just got "too much going on", I needed to step away from the chaos for a minute (or a month) and spend some time relaxing, getting air SANS cigarettes. This "smoke break" just happened to be my writer's recess.
-LM
Photo Credit:
"When It All Gets Too Much" www.wakeup-world.com
"Do You Allow Smoke Breaks?" www.timsackett.com
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