Here’s the view out my bedroom window when I woke up this morning. When did the leaves go yellow?
I have not slowed down to notice these things lately. I’ve been pushing so hard with work that I’ve been rushing meals, rushing past friends, yelling, “Sorry, I don’t have time,” rushing past beautiful sunsets, rushing tuck-ins with my kids.
My whole life, I’ve been called gutsy, strong, fiesty, focused, high-achieving. I could give you a whole mess of stories about being bold or fearless. It’s my nature, so it doesn’t really take so much out of me. But I realized I cannot think of one story where I’ve stood up for myself when I was wearing thin and said, “I can’t do it.”
So, here is my big gutsy act: there is no blog today, and I’m not going to comment on individual notes on this post even though I will love reading them. I’m taking myself off the hook because I’m wearing thin and because – if I can focus like a monster on my edits right now – I can have time with my kids after school. They need me, and I’ve been missing them.
Thank you for your beautiful stories and to Kimberlee Auerbach, the tender reed, who sang for us. And thank you to everyone who linked to LitPark this week: Mary Akers, Robin Slick, Ascender Rises Above, Kimmi’s MySpace, and freezejas in the stream. I appreciate those links!