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Thanks to Archimedes for our celebration of Pi Day!
But life doesn't always go as planned.
This week has been a really hard week all around. I started it with a complete emotional breakdown about finances (who can't relate to that?), Husband went out of town for four days to a conference, and frankly, I have felt creatively and emotionally drained all week. I blame it all on Wednesday (being the Ides of March, that we should be so keen to beware.)
So instead of a pithy post this week, it's a list of apologies as to why there isn't a pie this week.
My anxiety got the better of me. There were a few days where my stomach was so tied in knots that I wasn't able to eat and making it to the end of the day without shedding a great many tears seemed an unreasonable feat. I count myself lucky that I don't suffer from depression, because if this week is what my life would feel like daily I couldn't cope.
So this week, there isn't a recipe. There aren't pictures of my kids or a beautiful slice of pie. There isn't a long explanation about process or interesting facts that I dug up. This week, I'm laying myself bare before the internet community that I'm not perfect. Really, there isn't a soul who walks this world who is. My hope is that admitting my imperfection will make me more driven to work on the things that tie my stomach in knots.
But life doesn't always go as planned.
This week has been a really hard week all around. I started it with a complete emotional breakdown about finances (who can't relate to that?), Husband went out of town for four days to a conference, and frankly, I have felt creatively and emotionally drained all week. I blame it all on Wednesday (being the Ides of March, that we should be so keen to beware.)
So instead of a pithy post this week, it's a list of apologies as to why there isn't a pie this week.
My anxiety got the better of me. There were a few days where my stomach was so tied in knots that I wasn't able to eat and making it to the end of the day without shedding a great many tears seemed an unreasonable feat. I count myself lucky that I don't suffer from depression, because if this week is what my life would feel like daily I couldn't cope.
So this week, there isn't a recipe. There aren't pictures of my kids or a beautiful slice of pie. There isn't a long explanation about process or interesting facts that I dug up. This week, I'm laying myself bare before the internet community that I'm not perfect. Really, there isn't a soul who walks this world who is. My hope is that admitting my imperfection will make me more driven to work on the things that tie my stomach in knots.
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