I think I'm going to write
I love to write. It's my thing that I don't talk about and that I push into a hidden part of my being so that I never have to hear anyone say that I'm bad at the thing that I love. I'm over it. Now, I'm a mom. I fail on a daily basis. Not terribly. But when your gauge for a successful day is that no one died and the toddler didn't drive the truck, you're probably not an expert any kind of parenting techniques. So failing at writing, something that makes me happy and doesn't leave me covered in tiny human shit, vomit or drool doesn't seem so scary. In fact, it sounds like a kind of nice way to end my day. So I may write about my day. I may write about my feelings. I may actually start writing that story I've been dreaming up in my head for the last five years. Whatever it is, this is my promise to write every day. To allow myself the outlet that helps me to feel human again. Maybe you should join me.