As they say, “The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry.” As I lay on the couch Thursday night I found myself worrying endlessly how I would get the sick child off the chest of the sick mommy (myself) and find enough energy to write for my Slice of Life.
If I just wrote the word ‘tired’ would that count as a post?
I struggled to determine what was top priority. The dishes still littered the kitchen counters from the attempt of a dinner for my husband when he returned home. I glanced over at the mound of laundry that was still in front of the machine.
I hated making the decision but I knew it was my job-I needed to prioritize. I needed to let something go. I needed to be okay with it.
So with a large exhale I decided the small amount of energy I had left needed to be given to my home and family. I needed to let my Slice of Life challenge go for the next few days and be okay with the idea that I could still jump back on the band wagon when we were all feeling well again. I needed to remind myself over and over and over again that although the thought of succeeding and writing all 31 days and potentially winning one of the prizes was nice, my original goal was to write in the same manner that I expect of my students. I wanted to live the writer’s life and reflect on some of the struggles or successes that come along with this. So here I am, Monday morning, feeling well, still feeling slightly guilty, but chugging along and getting back to my writing life.