So I wrote for a few days about all I do and why I'm not here putting down words and all it really did was point out my life is dull, depressing if I let it be and busy. Busy, however is no excuse for not putting down words.
Why do I say that?
Because even with being insanely busy, I still sat down a couple of times a day and put words out there for you, for me.
It continues then, what did I do today?
Well, not nothing, but nothing in the context of the last 4 days.
I have not yet today done any ridiculous, crazy, super-intense trauma parenting.
And you know what?
It's been like a day off.
What does that say when laundry piles up to your arm pits, dog doo on the carpet and a trip to the grocery store seem like a day off?
Today, I don't care what it says.
I caught up on some reading and emails. I showered and ate today. I saw the sky and worked on a photo project.
I'm sure it won't last more than a breath, but I'll take it.
Sometimes all you need is a breath to survive.