After last week's post, I took some time out. Not on purpose, mostly because I couldn't get the energy up to figure out why the words running around in my head kept appearing, so I focused on making them disappear.
While I was chatting with Caitlin as we crafted last Thursday, I said something that surprised me (in the way that unvoiced thoughts often come pouring out at just the time that you need to be reminded of them) "I'm not giving up if I miss a day" I said, "it's just a bad day, not a bad life"
I've mentioned many, many times that I'm an excuse maker. That fear of rejection shows it's ugly head and excuses pour out of my mouth, but something seems to have clicked in the last week, and I keep putting one foot in front of the other.