Rants on a Poopy Day

I want to apologize for being so AWOL in the last few days. I've been struggling with my day job and some aspects of my health. I am off work the next two days, and I can already feel the stress melting. A massage tomorrow should take care of this.

I spent the last half an hour attempting to find something inspirational to say about having a poopy day--writing, working, whatever. And it just wasn't coming. But as I was looking around, I realized something--actually two things.

Something #1: My life would be so bare and uninteresting without writing. Period. I know there's a school of thought that writing doesn't do anything like healing you or helping you. But I disagree with that. Writing is the one thing I've had, through parental death, through failing friendships and dying love reiationships, through depression and self-loathing--writing has buoyed me through it all. And I feel like I owe it enough to the universe to actually follow through on its gift of being able to write.

Something #2: THIS WON'T DEFEAT ME. So yeah, hating my job, whatever. I am going to cease letting that mess with my writing. It's stupid and it's lame. I can't let this get me down. Writing is too important for that. So like the Nike commercial says, Just do it.

And I am. After a good night's sleep, I will be back on the wagon.

And to those who are struggling, like me, it's okay. Just do it. Get a good night's sleep and get back on.

Because it will be worth it. I promise.