Mary Anne said she was having trouble seeing my blog this morning and I felt bad there was nothing new to see if she could see it.

Guilt post.

All I’m doing is working. Working at Major U and then working on the book at home. I wrote a few mornings before work this week. That sets a nice pace for the day. But sometimes that half-hour of sleep is very very precious.

Especially to someone who started using her treadmill for the first time in a while.

Yeah. Basically I’m just trying to be a better version of myself. So much to balance, but it’s not like I can stop doing any of it. I just have to do it better.

Tomorrow is Friday. That is good news. A weekend, two quick days of work—did you hear me, Major U? I said QUICK, not QUA-RAZY—and then a long, fat weekend of family, turkey, writing, movie-watching, reading. I believe I need to do some stuff for my class, and probably some laundry.

Being the better version of myself is never done, y’all.

By Published On: November 19, 2010Categories: Life, Writing life