A year ago today, I wrote this post, a short, light-hearted bit about the silliness of toddlers.
Looking at last year’s sourrounding posts, all of them were light-hearted. Funny. Easy reads.
I did tell you about Conan, but that seems like a small blip in an otherwise trying time.
I can’t explain it really.
Lately I feel heavy. Almost like a real weight is sitting on top of me and I just can’t shake it.
I’m craving sleep and snapping at my boys and when my husband asks what’s wrong I honestly say “I don’t know.”
It’ probably just a funk, or feeling stressed, or internalizing too much instead of processing it or writing it like I should.
Or maybe it’s just one of those things, those things where you don’t know what’s wrong. Worse, you don’t know how to fix it.
Today, I looked back at where I was last year and realized I needed to get back there. Back to the light, the funny, the more frequent writing and storytelling.
Life cycles, and so will my mood. I’m so looking forward to getting back to the light.
*Linking up with Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop with the prompt: ”Look into your archives. What were you blogging about a year ago around this time? Are you still dealing with the same thing? Your thoughts?”