One of the reasons I wrote every day for most of the time I've had my blog is that I was afraid if I stopped I'd never start again. Letting this happen would be so easy, in the way it's often easier to do nothing rather than something. I'm not sure how I'll be able to hop back into writing every day -- especially now that the incentive of keeping up my "streak" is gone -- but I am going to write again, at least sometimes. Looking back on the past few weeks, I'm surprised I wrote as much as I did while traveling!
My return travels were a little crazy, and barely twelve hours after I got home I went to the beach festival to honor a commitment I had made to a friend prior to making my travel arrangements. I got home around seven Friday evening, was on my way to the festival to work by eight Saturday morning, worked until seven-thirty, came home, and was back on Sunday to work from eleven to six. It was a little nuts, and I was confused about time zones, sleep-deprived, and jetlagged. It was probably good for me to get right back into living on East Coast time, but it was hard. I kept thinking -- and sometimes saying -- "It's midnight now in Marrakech!" I will write more about my trip and the weird journey home tomorrow and throughout the next week. At the moment, I need some ZZZs.
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