And here’s the caption I wrote on Instagram for this picture:
It’s no secret mornings are hard for me. And not just sometimes hard. Like, all. the. time. hard. I can’t escape them. I tried. They just show up, uninvited, every day. Because apparently, that’s what mornings are supposed to do.
Because when you’ve got kids, or a job, or you live in this world that functions during the day, you have to face this absurd morning thing. So here I am. Showing up. Because that’s all I can do somedays. I hope you show up too.
After I posted yesterday, I kinda wanted to hide in a hole.
Blogging is scary for me. It makes me feel very vulnerable and afraid. I know I’ve said it before, but I don’t like it when people tell me they read my blog. Today one of my daughter’s friend told me her mom read my blog. Yikes! I really wanted to hide in a hole then.
But it’s okay. I have to get used to it. If this is something I want to keep doing. And I do. Because I’m remembering why I started blogging in the first place. And I promised to post every day this month. So here I am, just showing up. (I hope you show up too.)