Happy Friday Everyone!! We Made it!!
Before I get into the meat of today’s Fess-Up post, I’d like to mention that the “Two Questions With…” blog tour will soon be heading into its second week.
Who are the other authors, you ask?
What questions will we be answering? Well, you’ll just have to tune in and find out.
Here’s the schedule:
June 11th – Janet Walden-West and I, and Pat Esten and Anne Raven.
June 18th – Pat Esden and I, and Janet Walden-West and Anne Raven.
June 25th – Anne Raven and I, and Pat Esden and Janet Walden-West.
You can find Janet’s Two Questions here.
On with the post:
So I’m not going to beat around the bush this week.
I confess that I barely wrote anything this past seven days.
I also confess that I almost fell victim to one of the classic blunders. I–No I did not, in fact, get involved in a land war in Asia–I nearly counted all of my chickens before they hatched.
Let me back up a little bit and try to shed some light on things.
I have a lot of irons in the fire, as it were. It might not seem like it on the surface, but that’s because you don’t see the hustling that goes on. But it’s true.
So true, in fact, that when something happens to throw me off my game, it often derails several things for several days.
Or one thing for a few days.
That brings me to my first confession. For those of you that don’t know me, I suffer from some pretty intense seasonal allergies. Summer and Fall tend to hit me the hardest. This year…has been pretty intense.
I won’t go into detail other than to say that I’ve taken to carrying around an inhaler, just in case. This is something that I’ve never had to do before.
So, for most of the week – especially at night – I’ve been spending my time indoors and using the serious 4 to 6 hour antihistamines* to fill in the gaps that the 24 -hour stuff couldn’t cover this year.
Sleep has been, lately, a broken-into-pieces affair and I am just not built to run like that anymore.
The usual; 5:30 Am Writing time fell by the wayside in favor of getting enough rest.
Sleep in essential, and Self-Care is a must. I know these things, but when the writing suffers…
Well, there’s judging. I admit it. I can get pretty harsh with myself.
Which brings me to Thursday – yesterday – and the second confession.
One of the things I do to stay ahead of the game is to write stuff up ahead of time when I can and schedule it to post later.
So, on Thursday, I had a bit of time and I thought I’d jot some ideas down for today’s post.
While I was feeling stuffy and lousy, and my lungs were making a kind of “EEEEEE” sound when I inhaled, because I forgot the inhaler.
I’m not going to say that trying to get some ideas down while I was feeling vastly less than stellar was a mistake because I think that a great deal of what I wrote down – which won’t make it into this, or any other post – needed to come out.
I wrote until I couldn’t feel my fingers.**
At the end, I felt lighter mentally, but I didn’t want to think about Friday. It was bound to be just as lousy as Thursday was, and all I really wanted at that moment was the weekend, so I could be this snuffling hermit for the next 48 hours.
Yes, that night, I still needed the inhaler and the extra pills. Yes, I still woke myself up at two in the morning and had to re-up the pills, and hit the inhaler before settling back down to sleep. But all the extra rest, or something, started to pay dividends.
The 5:30 alarm went off and I actually got up. The gravitational pull that the bad had for most of the week was mild.
I got up and I got some work done.
And that changed the entire day for me.
It was a huge reminder that regardless of how life is going, you have to take each day as it comes. On its own.
Because you just don’t know what’s coming until it shows up. So you do your best to put your best foot forward when it does.
Sometimes it’s more of the same. Other times, it’s a chance to get your feet back under you.
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And don’t forget to stop by on Sunday for the usual post.
Be safe Y’All!
*You know the ones I’m talking about. Where you need to provide your driver’s licence and a small vial of your blood to even look at the box.
**If you know me, it wasn’t like I was sitting there writing for hours. It was more like 15 minutes, because my wrists are utter rubbish, but the sentiment was there.