Oops, I’ve been busy.

Writing is not a chore, I love it, and I have been obsessed with it ever since I was a little girl. I remember my silly entries in my first Winnie The Pooh notebook noting everything I would do in a day. I would write about when I went out with my family to the lake, when I played at the local park with my sister, or when I got angry because I spent too much time at the mall. At the end of each entry, I would explain how my day made me feel. Writing was therapeutic for me before I even knew what the word “therapeutic” meant.

Nowdays, when I’m so busy with work and bills and bills and work, I forget to take a moment to breathe. I forget to take a moment and process how I feel. I just stay in a terrible mood for a long period of time and I don’t reflect on the day like I used to.

And now, I’ve left my blog without a new post for the last few weeks. I started this blog with the mindset that I would be posting each week, but my daily stress has robbed me of any joy I had. And I know I’m not alone. I know I’m not the only one who is just tired at such a young age. There are so many stressors we face internally and externally and at heightened levels too; The pressure from jobs, the high cost of living, the wages that don’t match up, the untouchable houses due to inflated pricing, the unrealistic beauty standards, the social bullying, the fifteen-dollar-maritinis, and the bills that don’t allow for a good night’s sleep.

With all that being said, I need to show up for myself somehow otherwise I’m going to lose my f*cking mind. I’m here and I’m trying. Every day I’m trying to do better and be better, but sometimes it won’t be enough and I’m going to have to be okay with that. I’m tired of feeling like I need to be productive at all times. I’m a human, not a machine, and even machines need to turn off for a cool down period. Unless, if I’ve missed something and cool down periods for tech don’t exist anymore.

So, with all the shit I have to deal with, my writing has always been there to support me and I’m not going to give up on it. Even if I don’t have a new post up in weeks, I’m still writing behind-the-scenes. It’s the one thing that keeps me going. I think little me with her Winnie The Pooh notebook would be proud to see present me still writing to this day. Anyways, I’m going to get back to some of my chores now.

Your everyday girl,

Sara