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Hello friends, I’m glad you’re here. Really glad. Or as glad as I can be while I go through whatever the hell this is that is making me question everything and come to no good conclusions.
It started long before I read Helen Redfern’s confessional about her own burn-out. She spoke to me—so, so beautifully—but so much of what she said hit hard because they’re the very same thoughts I’ve been having myself:
What’s wrong with just ticking along (for now) here on Substack? What’s wrong with plodding? With quietly adding to my word count every week via tiny steps? Why do I feel I have to have everything done right now - quickly! - otherwise I’m a failure. Why do I keep setting myself up for failure by comparing myself to others and adding to my activities?
My own confession: I’m feeling lost and demoralized and wondering—again—why I’m even bothering. Maybe it’s time to hang it up and move on. Maybe I’ve said all I need to say and now it’s time to turn it over to those others who have more energy, better ideas, stronger wills—those who have the desire.
I’m in the throes of grieving again, after 15 months without Ed. I’m back home in the house we shared for almost 30 years, and the loss, like crashing waves, is battering me all over again. I’m trying to declutter, and, in the process, I’m throwing out or giving away parts of our lives together. Is it too soon? Maybe. But I need calm. I need quiet. And I’m not feeling it surrounded by so much stuff.
I’m getting cranky and I know it. I’m over on Notes too much and too much over there is irritating me. I need to back off. I need to take a break. Nothing feels right.
Nothing I’m writing these days is coming out the way I want it to. My drafts folder is filling up with no end in sight. But I need to be here. Right here. Even though I feel as if I have nothing to give.
I miss it when I’m not here—and when you’re not here. So I’m sharing a few pieces I’ve published here and at Constant Commoner, in hopes that I can cheer myself up. If they were meant to inspire, it’s obviously me who needs them now. (If they do the same for you, I’m even happier.)
In the meantime, I’m working on whatever this is that’s threatening to wring the joy out of me. It’ll get better. Any day now…
Thanks again for being here. The conversation pits are open, as always.
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Until next time. I hope you’re finding your way and that your days are filled with wonder and joy. ❤
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