Not doin' it

Do you want the good news first or the bad news? Too bad. The bad news – if you can call it that – is that I didn’t change anything this week. The good news is that means you can stop reading right now and go back to your regularly scheduled life. Think of it as a gift. Of time. From me. To you. You’re welcome.

What? You’re still here. Okay. Sigh. You’re probably due a little explanation. Sadly, there isn’t much of one. I was sorely tempted to spin this into some sort of change-by-not-changing intentional, purposeful effort, but that strikes me as mildly disingenuous at best and flat-out-misleading at worst. (Plus, I kind of already played that hand, didn’t I?)

There was no philosophical, uh, philosophy behind it. I just didn’t feel like it. I was sick and tired of making changes. I couldn’t think of anything I honestly had the energy to undertake. I felt drained and none-too-well on the fibromyalgia front and I simply didn’t have the brain space or the oomph to tackle some sort of transformation.

As I write this, it occurs to me that there’s a case to be made for the fact that I actually listened to what my body – sore and frustrated – had to say and I made a decision to take care of it first and foremost. That I tried not to worry about “letting down” readers and let my people pleasing make decisions I’d ultimately pay for later. I suppose one could say that’s unusual for me. A change, even. But I’m not sure I’ve earned that pass.

So there you have it. I took the week off. You can call it slacking or you can call it a vacation. Either way, it is what it is. Now go back to doing whatever it is you do! I'll see you here next week, dazzlingly transformed by my next change. If, you know, I feel like it.