I love this blog. Most everything about it. It is a creative outlet. It is a body of work. It is a collection of thoughts. It is a way to connect.
But every now and then – this morning especially – I’m feeling its weight. The push to create. The work to keep it up-to-date. The pressure to be innovative. This blog is a job for me, you know? And while I love it, there are days when I just feel like calling in sick, hiding out under the covers, and staying in bed.