Day 31. We made it, huh? I must admit, sitting here staring at the screen right now feels a little bit like staring down the fire hydrant that is at the end of my (not-very-frequent) morning run. Each time I’m panting toward it this battle wages in my head:
“Okay, there’s the fire hydrant. I just have to make it to the fire hydrant and then turn around. It will only take me what, 40 more seconds? I have this. No. Oh no, oh no, oh no! No, I don’t have this. Can’t I just stop now? Ugh! Okay, ten feet. Can I stop now? No! Five feet? No! Oh–fine! Two feet to go. I give up. Forget you, little fire hydrant.”
I have literally been in bed all day and one would think, what with all the unexpected time, one could write. But writing is for the well, it seems–and friends, I am quite sick. Yesterday appears to have just been a break in the storm.
This is a feeble ending to 31 days of writing, is it not? I’ll do a follow up post as promised, but tonight let me just say thank you for journeying with me this past month. You have been encouraging. You have been kind. You have been supportive. I have been truly blessed.