Friday's Raw Writing

Finding that golden half hour before heading back into the treadmill of life

It is the “golden half hour” after work and before dinner and everything else. I could scramble around, do the dishes, put laundry away and straighten up, feed the pets but that will happen later.

I'm hiding in my room with a cider and reminding myself this is Friday, but I'm an adult and work is all around me. Then there is the guilt that I am should be “doing more” And the should, so many shoulds, that eats at me. Then I feel like a failure.

I'm feeling blue today. Maybe it's a writing hangover. The last post I poured so many emotions into it. It was a post dedicated to my mother. This will be the 15th Mother's day without her. I wrote my 23rd Substack post and I was temporarily proud of myself, but I can't share them with my mom. Sometimes I feel like my posts are unnoticed and like a child I want someone to say good job, outside of Substack that is. I appreciate all of you here and your encouragement in the two months that I've been here. Your support has meant the world to be.

Why the melancholy mood

Blame it on the weather, it was 89 the other day and it is 49 now. Blame it on the unending housework. Blame it on it being Mother's Day weekend. Blame it on the rain 😉

Thanks for listening

Happy Friday!

Maybe the laundry can sit one more day