It has been a busy few days. I didn’t see home for nearly 19 hours one day, which was when I broke my record for consecutive blog posts, missing that day.
Because of the way my brain works, chemicals and proteins, and such, I was sure that missing a day would mean a certain kind of death. If you are OCD, you understand what I’m saying.
But honestly, I was so exhausted I didn’t even notice it until today. And as strange as it might sound, I feel relieved that it happened, that the pressure I put myself under is released.
The other thing is that you didn’t notice that I missed a day of blogging, or if you did, you said nothing. I discovered at that moment that you didn’t abandon me in my ‘failure.’
Finally, my work schedule is changing, and with it, the knowledge that I have to be more attentive to the job than other non-paying activities includes blogging, podcasting, and so forth.
With all this said, oddly, I am looking forward to that next stressor.