More Soon

I took a big ol’ break from writing while on vacation last week. There were days and days of not writing; like, four of them in a row.

I thought not writing for a little bit was a good idea.

I thought I’d use my time to go for a walk or fourteen in the sun. To spend dedicated time with Greg. To eat pizza from a brick oven and fresh pasta with pesto sauce.

I thought I’d unplug and rest.

I thought wrong.

Truth be told, I didn’t much like not writing. It kind of sucked. And, in combination with missing my kids, it made me a teensy, tiny bit crazy. Like, nuts. Like, out of my head. Like irritable and grouchy and short-tempered like I often am, but without my writing pressure-release valve. Like, Greg didn’t ship me across the ocean on the first available sea barge but only because he’s nice to me in ways I don’t earn (and also probably a little bit because I offer him seven fabulous minutes every now and then).

It turns out, I need to write to dislodge the clogs that build up in my head. Like a chimney sweep with a big, bristly brush, I need to push through the dark toward the light, even those I know something messy will undoubtedly fall out.

I also missed writing because of all of you who admit you’re traveling the Crazy Road with me. I missed having you in my head to remind me that the insanity is normal so we can debunk the pressure of perfection together. I realize now that I’m home that I find my most authentic Village in the land of confessed imperfection, and I miss this home when I’m away.

So I wrote today in between bouts of caring for a sick kid. The writing felt good. The sick kid is getting better. And I have new posts coming soon. Tomorrow, I think.

Bear with me for a little bit longer while I poke around in my head. And thanks for hanging in there with me.

More soon.



P.S. You can thank me later for changing my chimney analogy from a zit analogy. I did it because I like you. And because I didn’t want you to ralph on your computer.

I give and I give.


ABOUT BETH WOOLSEY I'm a writer. And a mess. And mouthy, brave, and strong. I believe we all belong to each other. I believe in the long way 'round. And I believe, always, in grace in the grime and wonder in the wild of a life lived off course from what was, once, a perfectly good plan.
  1. Funny, and thanks for not makin’ me ralph not my laptop, I can afford a new one if this one shorts out! I’m glad started following you.

    1. Me, too, Sonja. Welcome here!

  2. I just have to say, you’re hilarious! (And I’m so glad you chose the chimney sweep analogy instead!) Welcome home!

  3. I haven’t checked in in awhile. Where did you go on vacay?

    1. Oh my gosh. LONGEST STORY EVER. We didn’t go where we intended to go because Cael started throwing up on Mother’s Day, about 8 hours before we were supposed to leave. We delayed our trip by 2 days to be with our sick kiddo, and thanks to many accommodating friends/family and plane tickets via my dad, we put together an amazing trip that lasted 6 days. If I can find some emotional wherewithal, I’ll write it out.

  4. Ha! Thanks so much for changing the analogy. I am, in fact, eating my breakfast while reading my fave blogs. ( ;
    I get the writing thing. I get the missing kids thing. I hope you also have amazing memories from when you were away, but glad you’re back.

    1. Although I’m sure your breakfast would’ve been improved by my zit analogy, I’m glad I preserved your keyboard. 🙂

  5. I know exactly what you mean! Recently I adjusted my work schedule to 4 10 hour days so I could spend Friday writing. I can’t believe how much better I feel! I also can’t believe that I used to go for months without writing ANYTHING…no wonder I was so cranky 🙂

  6. One again, your words ‘hit the spot’. I have often thought that a chimney-sweep-type brush would be effective in cleaning out a stubborn zit, messy brain, out stubborn head cold….
    Not the point? Er, welcome back? Glad , that the profusion of writing helps you AND that you got a chance to ‘ hold hands’ with Greg for a bit without kids interrupting. Sorry that sickness hung around to welcome you when you got home. And now I must try to go back to sleep and dream of chimney brushes in the hopes that it will clean out my sinuses by morning.

    1. *Once again…. *stubborn head cold….
      Sorry, periods of my ”Swype” keypad and typing one handed on my phone.

    2. HA! I clearly could’ve used my soupy zit analogy w/ you Terri. 😉 Love.

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