(day 16 of 30 in 30)

Sometimes when I write deeply personal things like the last couple posts, it takes a lot out of me. It makes me wonder why, all these years later, I’m still writing. If I share too much, say too much too openly to strangers. Not all of whom would wish me well.

I always reach an impasse with this conversation; maybe it’s too much but would I have some stranger silence me?

But still, writing as I do sometimes makes me tired. This is no excuse for missing yesterday’s post. But it is why.

This post is nothing but an excuse, no matter how valid it feels. I recognize that.

I slid this post in right as the door shut on today.

I’m still here. Tired and leery. But writing and, somehow, even at an impasse, unburdened.

4 thoughts on “Excuses

  1. I'll never silence you, babes! You know I'm a La STAN!


    Personal posts drain the cheese outta me too. It's like you've placed all of your heart on the page. You're drained and gotta go hibernate and recuperate. I think that is just the way it is. No excuses necessary.


  2. I don't comment a lot, but I read everything you write. You are so talented. Your honesty is one of the things that makes you stand out to me. In addition to your quick wit and intelligence. I hope you continue to share, but I understand how it can take a lot to do so.


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