It's Kind of a Long Story... about NOTHING

It's all I got.

Hey Drama Goblins,

I actually have a lot of stories bubbling up in me, but not the time to get them up and out. I prioritized other things over writing this week.

I’m committed to posting weekly because I told myself (and you!) that I would, and I haven’t been doing great at stickin’ with plans and goals in the past couple of years. I want to stick with this one.

I don’t want to disappoint myself or y’all. I know that that no one will think less of me if I’m not delivering Sister Ex-quality content on a weekly basis, and yet… there’s a not small part of me that believes otherwise. It’s a part that I have worked very, very hard to make smaller and smaller, but it’s still there.

And, this space was meant for me to practice writing as a craft and therapy. Not just for knockin’ shizz out and checking a box.

I’ve always been envious of people who need to work out every day. They feel it when they don’t. That’s not me, but I do feel the loss of not writing. I know writing is good for me.

Why is it so damn hard to prioritize the things that are good for me?

And, the things I have been doing instead (making resin charms, hanging out with friends, watching the meshuggene debate, taking the rare evening to watch TV) are also objectively good for me.

I miss the big swaths of time I had last year right around this time when I started this Substack. I want to do everything!

But now, at around 9:30pm on a Tuesday night, I’m going to do “nothing,” which means I’ll finish this post, wash the dishes, text with a couple of friends, take a soak in the hot tub, wash my face, read a bit of my book club book, think about what I’m going to do tomorrow, and finally, the ultimate nothing: sleep.

I’m so glad you’re here. I will be back.

Lara