It is with unmitigated guilt that I sometimes open the wordpress app on my phone. I don’t even bother checking my own blog, the cobwebs make me shudder, but I log in to read what my friends are saying.
I have so much to say. So much! But I don’t want to type it on my phone. I don’t ever feel like I have the time or the mental space to write. So tomorrow, I think. Maybe tomorrow I’ll blog. And I’ll document my amazing child who just turned eight and all the excitement surrounding him this month. And I’ll document whatever happened since then that my brain tells me I wanted to write but have since forgotten. And I’ll document more. Because I want to remember. Because I want to share.
Maybe tomorrow. Today’s to-do list scares me a little.