Let’s just call a spade a spade, shall we? The blogging challenge? Well, I’ve done a pretty great job of failing miserably at it.
I have excuses. A couple rather decent ones, even. They involve what I’m pretty sure was a conspiracy between Hubster and Runt, leaving my solo parenting on a week when my always healthy little boy was suddenly down and out with some major Summer cooties all week long. There was also a horrific accident that has left my cousin badly injured (though, thankfully, certain to recover and heal with time). And, just for good measure, a healthy dose of unrelated family drama was thrown in there, too.
Still, though, this blogging challenge hasn’t been a complete loss. From the beginning, I was clear in that my hope in jumping into the challenge was to reclaim my love of writing. And that, my friends, worked like a charm. Though I haven’t hit “publish” in several days, I have been able to squeeze in a little time for writing over the past week. And that is truly a great accomplishment in my goal of creating time for myself. Even five minutes spent with my thoughts, putting words to paper (er, computer monitor) help me to feel revived.
So, while I’m quite certainly not going to make it to the goal of 31 posts in 31 days, it’s hard for me to feel anything but completely content with where I’ve come in this blogging journey. It’s exactly where I was hoping to wind up. And, yet, someplace that I was afraid I’d never be again. It has been a long, long time since I last felt so passionate and empowered by my love for writing. A piece of myself that has been lurking in the shadows for far too long has started to emerge. I’m reminded of just how much I like her. Realizing just how much I’ve missed her. And I’m determined to make sure that she sticks around. Together, we’ve got a lot more stories to share.