Sometimes (often) I just don’t have it. It has been a long day. Struggles with bedtime are draining us all. I don’t know what to write. In this moment I don’t care about cool ideas or advice giving or creativity. I care about figuring out a better way. Not just getting through.
And facing this page. Trying to muster my chops just feels too difficult. That has to be ok.
I’ve written almost 300 posts so far this year. Some of them were half assed. Just doing it to get it done. This one. Well maybe it’s 3/4 assed. And that’s all I’ve got.
Maybe I’ll find the last 1/4 before tomorrow night.
If you’re out there struggling you’re not alone. Whatever you’re struggling with it will pass. You’ve got a friend right here who understands.
Thanks for reading.
