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it's okay

The point is just to keep writing the blog every day, put it out there, stay active, and some days content will have to take a backseat. Days like today when I've been running around like a goober, doing stuff for my sick elderly mom, doing stuff for the kids, making phone calls, arranging work, cleaning the house and trying to reconnect with my long suffering spouse.

I'd taken a long vacation from the blog a while ago. People stopped reading, children were in crisis, my marriage was floundering, my mother was ailing, I was heading into depression and there just didn't seem to be a reason to keep the bloggy going.

I  recently made a promise with a pal, and I'll give this a go for the month of  November, but days like today, there isn't the time to delve into anything interesting.

The kids are as cute as always but there's nothing I care to relate, no, "hey look at this adorable kid thing my kid did" sort of moment.

I've got heavy big thoughts percolating and these thoughts might benefit others who are similarly afflicted but I don't know how to approach the subject of family dysfunction, dissociation, transference, emotional abuse, etc. I know I'll write about it one day, but not today.

I've got a house to clean, dishes to wash, cat boxes to clean, children to delight in, laundry to fold. Big thoughts will take a backseat to the mundane reality that keeps us clothed and fed. Big thoughts are necessary for life too, but not today. 

Today it's enough that I just say a thing and put it out there. Some days are like that, and it's okay.

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