More Soon

I took a big ol’ break from writing while on vacation last week. There were days and days of not writing; like, four of them in a row.

I thought not writing for a little bit was a good idea.

I thought I’d use my time to go for a walk or fourteen in the sun. To spend dedicated time with Greg. To eat pizza from a brick oven and fresh pasta with pesto sauce.

I thought I’d unplug and rest.

I thought wrong.

Truth be told, I didn’t much like not writing. It kind of sucked. And, in combination with missing my kids, it made me a teensy, tiny bit crazy. Like, nuts. Like, out of my head. Like irritable and grouchy and short-tempered like I often am, but without my writing pressure-release valve. Like, Greg didn’t ship me across the ocean on the first available sea barge but only because he’s nice to me in ways I don’t earn (and also probably a little bit because I offer him seven fabulous minutes every now and then).

It turns out, I need to write to dislodge the clogs that build up in my head. Like a chimney sweep with a big, bristly brush, I need to push through the dark toward the light, even those I know something messy will undoubtedly fall out.

I also missed writing because of all of you who admit you’re traveling the Crazy Road with me. I missed having you in my head to remind me that the insanity is normal so we can debunk the pressure of perfection together. I realize now that I’m home that I find my most authentic Village in the land of confessed imperfection, and I miss this home when I’m away.

So I wrote today in between bouts of caring for a sick kid. The writing felt good. The sick kid is getting better. And I have new posts coming soon. Tomorrow, I think.

Bear with me for a little bit longer while I poke around in my head. And thanks for hanging in there with me.

More soon.



P.S. You can thank me later for changing my chimney analogy from a zit analogy. I did it because I like you. And because I didn’t want you to ralph on your computer.

I give and I give.


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13 responses to “More Soon”

    • Oh my gosh. LONGEST STORY EVER. We didn’t go where we intended to go because Cael started throwing up on Mother’s Day, about 8 hours before we were supposed to leave. We delayed our trip by 2 days to be with our sick kiddo, and thanks to many accommodating friends/family and plane tickets via my dad, we put together an amazing trip that lasted 6 days. If I can find some emotional wherewithal, I’ll write it out.

  1. Ha! Thanks so much for changing the analogy. I am, in fact, eating my breakfast while reading my fave blogs. ( ;
    I get the writing thing. I get the missing kids thing. I hope you also have amazing memories from when you were away, but glad you’re back.

  2. I know exactly what you mean! Recently I adjusted my work schedule to 4 10 hour days so I could spend Friday writing. I can’t believe how much better I feel! I also can’t believe that I used to go for months without writing ANYTHING…no wonder I was so cranky 🙂

  3. One again, your words ‘hit the spot’. I have often thought that a chimney-sweep-type brush would be effective in cleaning out a stubborn zit, messy brain, out stubborn head cold….
    Not the point? Er, welcome back? Glad , that the profusion of writing helps you AND that you got a chance to ‘ hold hands’ with Greg for a bit without kids interrupting. Sorry that sickness hung around to welcome you when you got home. And now I must try to go back to sleep and dream of chimney brushes in the hopes that it will clean out my sinuses by morning.

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