I have been putting off blogging.

Because there are days that I don’t think anything I say is worth the effort.

Because I get tired of being interrupted and

Tired of not being able to finish a sentence properly in certain people’s presence.

And sometimes I doooooo too much for others and not myself. I’ve been told I’m too nice.

But I eventually get over it and my urge to blab endlessly returns. Seriously, sometimes my sparkly ass gets down in the dumps. Especially when I’m asked to do a lot of things that help me avoid my number one priority, which is loving myself.

Long ago before I met my darling husband of wonderfulness, I once dated a fellow who cautioned me against what he called “compassion fatigue”. Now, this man told me many lies, but this was not one of them. Compassion fatigue is real, and sometimes I slip into saying yes too often, thereby ignoring myself.

And that’s why I don’t blog sometimes.