Blurred Weeks and Missing Words

The last two weeks have sped by like someone hit the fast-forward button. One minute I was on a work trip, the next I was home with a case of “souvenir sniffles,” and before I could catch my breath—boom—Labor Day weekend shortened everything again. Blink twice, and suddenly half of September is gone.

Between the busy and the under-the-weather, my writing rhythm slipped. I miss sitting down to notice the little things and sharing them here with you. If I feel behind on something I do for fun, imagine the juggling act with work—the one that actually pays the bills (and buys the coffee).

But here’s the thing: life doesn’t always come at us neatly scheduled. Sometimes it’s a blur, and sometimes we’re the blur. I’m hoping next week slows down enough for me to catch up—on words, on glimmers, on connection.

Until then, I’ll be over here trying to press the pause button before the month disappears completely.

— The Wallflower