Because Sometimes I Don’t


I missed writing my Thursday Ten post this week. I missed writing it and I missed writing it. It’s the post I look forward to most each week – partly because I don’t have to be coherent or even have a point, and partly because it’s my way of catching up with y’all who read, and giving myself something to look back on – oh, that’s what I was doing then.

But. I just couldn’t.

I got back from Chicago, got back from 39.3 miles for the Avon Walk. I came home feeling not so fabulous. I got sick this year – and I’mma chalk it up to allergies a bit and walking in the rain a bit (like, 15 miles “a bit”). Then I found out my family was meeting with hospice about my grandfather. It feels like there’s been a lot going on all at once and I spent the entire week feeling like I couldn’t get ahead of myself, not even if I tried.


I didn’t try.

And then I got a little hormonal (PMS can die in a fire. Or not. But I wish it could because YUCK YUCK YUCK I HATE EVERYTHING AND I’M RETAINING ALL THE WATER) and a little sad and a little tired and a little grumpy.

And in my head, when I’m feeling like this, in my head I am still composing posts and thinking of all the things I would say if I would just come here and say those things… and then I don’t.

I don’t know what my point is.

So I’ve included a pretty picture of Lake Michigan from the first mile of the Avon Walk.

It’s Sunday evening and there’s a new week in front of me. A new week where at one point, I’ll get to get dressed up and be a grownup for a little while. I’m kind of looking forward to that. A week where hopefully I can shake some of the fog from last week off and find a new beginning and feel a little less grouchy and a little more like putting one foot in front of the other.

Let’s see where it goes, shall we?

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Sarah is a book nerd, a music lover, an endorphin junkie, a coffee addict. Oh, and a goof ball. She writes, she tweets, and she sings off key.

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