I have written for day 1,3 and 5 out of the first 7 days of this challenge. In my book that's not living up to the commitment of a write-everyday-for-31 day challenge. I signed up for the fourth year in a row because I love to write. Writing has been my refuge and a way to think about and process my experiences. It also reminds me of my grandmothers, most especially my paternal grandmother. Her words would conjour up the most evocative pictures of her life growing up, in the early 1920's. I remember being able to feel the monsoon rain and taste the delicious food... just from her dramatic and beautiful descriptions.
And so I feel like I have let the side down by not being able to write everyday. life is as busy as it can be- being a full time deputy Principal in a busy school, carrying the vision for a program that aims to serve every single student, parents, faculty, students and of course a full life at- throw in a sick child and I barely have the energy to fall asleep at the end of the day. So when I can write it is a pleasure and a relief and a much needed chance to process. The mantras all say to be kind to oneself and so the best one can.
So I will persevere and I and hope to see it through this month. Even if I don't make every one of the remaining 24 odd days... my commitment is strong and I hope to get to the finish line. For today. 3 out of 7 will have to do.
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