I want to live my life
Right now, I’d prefer to live my life than write about it. Yes, I’m pretty fed up with my two years commitment to blog day. It was very emotionally enriching at first, and somewhat still is. The problem is that I’m exhausted day after day. My life is busier on a consistent bases, most importantly my life is shared with my beloved everyday.
Blogging was a way to get my feelings out. Have a conversation in a way. It allowed me to reflect, keep track of my progress, and heal from heartaches. It’s been very useful.
Now, it’s yet another demand. Another item of my constantly growing mental load. I want to be at peace, and focused on my real dream. I don’t want to just be following a random personal growth advice I red many times. Still, I don’t want to quite — I want to hold true to my words.
On December 7th, I will turn 42, and I have completed my two year blogging challenge. I may wine, and bitch about this, but I will do it. I will conclude on my birthday trip. This will be a great celebration, enjoyed in the intimate company of St. Then, I will take a writing vacation and decide what to do next. For now, I will push through.