And maybe I am a little, because the last thing I want to do is freak myself out about with pressure about writing these epic posts everyday for thirty days. Maybe I'm just trying to take it a day at a time, reflecting on the day at present or shortly past, and just seeing where it takes me.
Today, that took me to an "extra" hour in my day, the first day in several we've had nothing scheduled to do. It took me to watching my kids try and sing along with the theme songs of their favorite PBS Kids shows. It took me to an afternoon nap preempted by a small abundance of red wine the night before and a lack of allergy medication this morning. It took me into the room we're currently working on, to paint and allow my kids to "help" while my brain went close to quiet, listening to the sounds of my house and my family as we all toiled away at the simple, the mundane.
And it takes me to this bubble bath I'm writing this from, a simple luxury I should make the time to enjoy more often. Especially since it took five years to get here, and my dear Clementine is getting slightly internet famous.
With that said, I'd like to point you in the direction of a blog I'd think most of you might enjoy (as if following all the NaBlo blogs aren't enough). It's written my my dear IRL-since-eighth-grade friend about her journeys as a woman of size undergoing gastric bypass surgery. She's an amazing human being who always looks for the brightness and light in everyone and is far and wide one of my biggest cheerleaders without an ounce of obligation or irony.
And she's a fantastic writer to boot.
So, go visit my friend Jenny.
I promise it'll be worth your time, extra or not.