But also because I’ve given myself permission to write shit sometimes. More than sometimes. To write from the heart. To write whatever. To write seriously and thoughtfully and jokingly and thoughtlessly. To write carefully researched articles with references and esoteric complimentary images.
The things that I do during the week are completely obliterated when the weekend arrives. Part of this is the lack of work commitments, sure, but also #KIDS
Without daycare and / or school and / or afterschool programs, P and I have to be actual full time parents.
But this isn’t about being expats living in a foreign country without nearby family and normally working full time and complaining about twins turning into little actual people and a five year old turning into a teenager when he gets entirely too much screen time.
This is about establishing new habits.
Even on the days when the schedule is shifted. When you’re sick or flying or taking care of someone else.
There are some things that you prioritize no matter what.
In this case, are we saying daily writing is more important than taking care of someone else? Maybe.
ASIDE: I once heard a podcast wherein the person said that they were asked to sift through all of their social media and online presence and remove all of the curse words and such and that so totally did NOT resonate. They also worked for a potential future president. So. Not. Me. But maybe that’s also why I keep being number two? Cause of the curse words? Hrm…