I did not post this week­end for the first time since jan­u­ary 1st. I was out of town, things were hec­tic, but mostly I just ran out of things to think about.
It made me ner­vous, uncom­fort­able– today’s post is com­ing late too & it almost makes me feel guilty. I’m afraid (note: irra­tionally) that I will never post again and my dreams will be dead.
Ulti­mately, it wasn’t that neg­a­tive of a thing to hap­pen. My head has been fuzzy and tak­ing a week­end off prob­a­bly helped meet my need for clar­ity. I made lists, things I want to do, spring clean­ing check­lists (I feel it would be help the fuzzy head­ed­ness to clean my home) healthy foods to eat, etc.
I feel like clear­ing space. This week­end was an act of that. I still feel slightly out of focus but I also have thought of a bunch of ideas for this week.
I must learn that space isn’t a bad thing. Space is what holds, what gives form its form. Tak­ing a week­end off to enjoy myself is like exhal­ing, emp­ty­ing the cup to renew it.
This week I shall make my focus clear­ing away & space creation.

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