Missing a Week

I’m sitting here in front of the computer desperate to write something, anything. I have 25+ drafts ready to be fleshed out, I have ideas in my head but nothing at my fingertips. I have nothing that wants to come out, be written freely for a post this week. I’m almost prepared to miss a week. But missing a week seems wrong.

I started posting once a week because it was do-able. I didn’t want to push myself too far or become too busy, I didn’t want writing a blog to become another stressful “to do”. This is my therapy, my life, my experiences, my way of writing through my life lessons. I’m almost prepared to miss a week. Otherwise this becomes another stressful “to do” when something HAS to be written this week.

It’s been one of those weeks.

I missed the entire week for exercise (other than short walks with Bear), I missed meal prepping everything I needed this week, I missed my one self care Sunday last Sunday, the start of this very long week of missing things. I am almost prepared to miss a week.

This post won’t be very long, it’s just a reminder that it is okay to miss a week, and even though I missed so many things this week, I didn’t miss posting something. Next week? Is a new week. I’ve already gotten back on the exercise train this week, after my missed week, am I sore? You betcha. Am I cursing myself for missing an entire week? You know it. Do I feel guilty? I did, but not anymore, because I came back, I continued this starting week and still feel good about what I am doing.

You miss a week, it happens.

Whatever it may be, phone calls, exercising, eating healthy, writing a chapter or a blog post, anything. There is always next week, so long as you get back to it, keep going and know there is no reason to feel guilty.


This is my life, this is me. Only slightly filtered and completely honest this is the journal of my life and my way of coping with the everyday.

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