So, here it is.
I've hardly written anything for over a week, and I'm not entirely sure why that is. I've opened up this writing space several times. I've looked at the subjects I had planned. I even got as far as almost getting a sense of what I wanted to say -- enough of a sense which is usually enough for me to put fingers to keyboard and create something.
But, that's as far as I can get. Thoughts just below the surface, fingers ready to dig those thoughts up... and yet somehow lacking the emotional and mental energy to make it all happen.
And maybe there are a lot of reasons for that. I've been writing 6 days a week for a long time, maybe my head just needs a break. It's the end of the school year, and maybe I need to rest from thinking just as much as my kids do. Maybe I need to take a little bit to think about who I am now, who is different from the person I was when I started this blog, and what my passion is now. I don't know. What worries me is that part of depression symptoms that says you start losing interest in the things you enjoy. That part worries me, nags at me, and sits at the back of my mind with a sardonic, knowing stare.
Maybe this is just me saying I'm still here. and I didn't drop off the face of the earth. And I'm trying.