It seems that when I fall, I fall hard. I had some emotional and physical stress over the past few days, starting the night that I missed my first blog. I woke up Wednesday morning and it just hit me with a gigantic “fuck!” I couldn’t believe that I missed a day of NaBloPoMo. Not just for the prizes, but also for myself. I was really proud of what I was doing and what I had accomplished only to let it slip my mind at the presence of any real turmoil.
And it didn’t stop there. I let myself spiral downward into the beliefs that no one really cares if I post or not, and because of that, we are now 4 days later without a single word typed.
Today I start writing again. Hopefully daily. Not for NaBloPoMo. Not to win anything. Not even to attract a million followers. But just for me. Because I am the only one that I need to please.