I write my blog posts a week ahead of time, usually on a Tuesday or Wednesday. On Wednesday January 6th I didn’t write anything because there was a coup in my capitol. You probably saw the whole thing with the screaming, Congress hiding, all egged on by Trump.
It was sad, shameful and very nearly the end of my country. We got close to murder of Congressmembers. Congressmembers encouraging the mess suddenly were melting down in light of what they did. My country was humiliated in media.
I didn’t blog then, obviously.
I spent days trying to track what was going on.
I had flashbacks to 9/11 (there’s a story there: I worked at an insurance company when it happened).
I soldiered on, as did everyone else.
And know what, if you felt you had to push yourself during it? If you felt you had to keep up with everything? You didn’t, and depending on your mental and physical state, you don’t now.
But why are you reading this? Because I love to write. It means something that I write, and I feel better doing this.
Do what you gotta do – and don’t do what you don’t need to.
Regular posting next week, probably.