The first and second misses, I was too dead tired to write anything basically all day.
The third, I had fully intended to--and then, my internet went out for sixteen hours...coming back a full four after I had gone to sleep.
Sundays this month, to be honest, I'm not sure I'll be able to blog on them at all. There's only one left at this point, but it's likely going to break my blogging streak...again. (I should remind you, this blog went eight years solid being daily without fail, and often multiple times per day. I've fallen off hardcore to be a once a month blogger.)
On Monday, and bleeding into Tuesday, I just had...things...to think about. Very deep things, very important things, with ramifications that will last the rest of my life, and which will have consequences regardless, which impact others, and just...I needed to air out my thoughts in total privacy.
I have a confessional I use, which allows me to air out thoughts. This is a confessional I've basically said, "this is something I don't want anyone to know while I'm alive, to be taken to the grave". And given the grave nature of the things I had to think about--what I thought about counted.
I couldn't blog, at least not publicly, while in that mindset. I had to use my confessional as a form of blog for those days. It was needed, because I was feeling rather devastated, lost, conflicted, with a lot to think about, a lot to think about which I shan't discuss publicly especially since a fair amount, I swore to secrecy. There's a lot of dark stuff below the surface, which will likely never see the light of day. And I don't think people are gonna like my decisions, my directions, my confessions. Yet, I did figure out a mental picture, even if it's one I don't have the words for.
By the time of Wednesday and Thursday, I could have blogged...
...But then, I just...forgot. WHOOPS.
Here's to hoping this time, it sticks, for real.