Every evening at about this time, I grow confused. Confused because no matter how I vowed in the past to devote and carve more time throughout the day for my writing (it’s Spring Break! why am I not doing this?), I wait until the last minute to post on a Slice of Life.
I’m confused because:
1. During the last 2 hours of the day, when I’m mentally preparing myself to write, I can’t quite figure out the time. I’m Central. Slice of Life on Two Writing Teachers is Pacific. Standard? Atlantic. Yep. See, confusion.
2. When I do make it over there to past my blog link in their combox, sometimes they have the next day posted. So, no, I can’t keep track of days.
So, every evening is a skip and bump.
Tonight is worse because I went to dinner with my husband, had 2 Bloody Marys at the Olive Garden with Grey (Blue?) Goose, which I absolutely adore .. and.. well.. I’m thankful I have a delete key. 🙂
But I don’t mind, this confusion.
Tonight, it gave me something to write about, something to …document. Not necessarily anything to think about, this I know.
Trump. Trump and that fiasco is something I don’t want to think about. It’s causing discord in my family and in the nation in general and I absolutely loathe what’s going on.
All my life, and in my days, what I aim for is harmony and peace, like in my classroom. Seeing this unsettling of the we, the people is sad and disheartening. Inside, I’m miserable.
And I worry about our kids who see this. I don’t know what they’re understanding about what they see ..
… this, I will think about.