The hermit – this old hermit – had a weekend. Make it a fucking weekend.
I’m exhilarated and exhausted from the experience. And a little bummed because I’ve been trying to write more with mixed results. I’ve got a goal to blog twice weekly and traffic is up, despite only hitting 75% of that goal using generous rounding. I have friends and a frustrated customer or two urging me to get away from blogging and channel my efforts toward another book.
Tough problems, no?
But here I am: Mixed Results Xtopher, grateful for both the encouragement and the distractions preventing success.
These distractions – or at least some of them – will appear in future posts. Until then, I will be humbled by the knowledge that as frantic and full as I feel like my life has been lately? I’d never have made it as a mother. My busy-ness pales in comparison to the nonchalant and uncomplaining accounts I hear from people who are the primary caregivers to young humans.
More on this later. Moron now. Namely: Me.