When I haven’t done something for a while, I temporarily lose my confidence. Take going to the gym. I haven’t done that since George Bush (guess the middle initial) was POTUS.
Take sleeping. As someone who has experienced insomnia, one bad sleep can make me freak out more than Gwyneth Paltrow does around cooked vegetables.
And take blogging.
Earlier today, I said to my husband (who I’ll call Chris since that’s his name), “I don’t know what to write about. It’s my first blog post in a long time.”
Chris said, “Write about your loving, supportive husband.”
I raised my eyebrows in mock disbelief, challenging his assertion.
He smiled. “That would be fiction,” he said.
We both know I don’t write fiction.
Unless it’s for the five-year-old crowd.
See you on Friday!
Your turn: What have you been doing (or not been doing) over the past two months?