Since I started writing again, I've made time for it every weekend.
I love it.
It's me time.
It helps me clear my head of the non stop chatter that is my mind.
It helps me feel connected, to other moms, to other writers, to the world (even if only a handful of people read).
This weekend was a marathon of getting shit done.
I bounced around from one commitment to the
next, only stopping to play and enjoy family time. While it was happening I was rather happy that I was getting plenty of time with Animal and the Hubby (I'm still glad about that) but I was a bummed to see that I didn't notice till my eyes were shutting from exhaustion that I hadn't even noticed that I hadn't carved out ANY time to write.
I'm gonna work harder to find it.