In the past, I would feel guilty for taking time for myself. I’ve admitted that numerous times on this blog. No more.
I haven’t written anything in months, aside from my blog posts. Even my journal is collecting dust. I haven’t picked up a book to read since my last review either, and I’m content with all of this.
I love teaching, but it can be a draining career sometimes. Now that school is out, I need time to decompress. Since creativity can take many forms, I’ve been spending a majority of time at my craft table. At the moment, I have my washing machine running with clothes that I’m dyeing, there’s a pile of beads to my left, and there are a dozen tabs open on my computer with project ideas. I consider this a productive day, one where I won’t base my success on a word count.