It has been a while since I have written.
Six weeks to be exact.
It had been so long that my own website locked me out… and I had to go find my password to get back in.
I didn’t mean to abandon my readers nor cause concern for my friends and family who kept asking, “Is everything okay? You haven’t been writing your blog lately.”
Yes, everything is fine.
I just got busy. I know that’s not an excuse, but it is true. I started taking on more coaching clients, teaching more yoga classes, and am still juggling a few TV projects.
I have been listening to multiple podcasts, audiobooks, attending webinars, and reading more books.
I really liked the Demi Moore’s memoir Inside Out and Nora Ephron’s I Can’t Remember Anything.
But then, as I mentioned in my last post, I started to have writer’s block too.
Like most things, when you get out of the habit of doing something (exercising, eating right, filing paperwork which has inexplicably stacked up too) I find it harder to get back to it.
It turns out writing is kind of like that too.
So, I am just writing to say hi… and to tell you everything IS okay.
My best friends from junior high school came for the 2nd annual visit. We ate, drank, laughed, cried, hiked, complained, played games, bonded, and shopped. We wandered into the Kate Spade outlet store and had fun trying on things that I would never be able to wear in Hawaii. We took this photo which looks like we were in Manhattan in the 1960s.
My husband and I won a Mixed Doubles tennis tournament this past weekend.
This always makes me happy. Not just the winning, but just playing. Playing with him AND playing well.
And yes, of course, winning feels better than losing… and losing is exactly what I did in my Women’s Doubles quarterfinals.
I am happy to report that my dog is barking less when I meditate in the mornings…
Except this morning when he barked at the birds on the roof for almost the entire 20 minutes.
No one is perfect.
I might write again next week…
Or maybe not until next year.
But rather than feeling blocked (the writer’s equivalent of tongue-tied) and then weirdly ashamed, I am giving myself permission to just see how it goes. :)
