A friend asked me the other day why I hadn’t written in a while. He wondered if there had been big fall out from the family. I assured him that the opposite was true, that I hadn’t heard a peep from them about the writing.
No, I was silent because I got a little ahead of myself and put my real first draft feelings out on the interwebs and I was struck by how vulnerable I felt. Then I got all self conscious about all my meandering yammering and well, that was enough inner critic to silence me for a while.
Right now, honestly I’m not sure how I’m feeling about anything. I’m not finding the love on the mat as much anymore. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m busy dissecting every pose, feeling guilty that I’m not doing enough homework or if I’m just feeling the weight of the school year + the teacher training. In any case, I’m tired.