Dust Bunnies the Size of Your Head

Most of you probably know this already, but working full-time takes 40 whole hours out of your week.  More than that if you’re working at a start-up.  Add in the time for getting dressed and getting to and from work and, really? In the first few weeks, all you’ve got left is sleep time.  Maybe a tiny bit of seeing friends time.

What I so totally have not had the time or basic cohesion for is blogging.  And no strength at all for cleaning. 

‘Member how I was washing the dishes every morning before heading off to work? NOT ANY MO-OOOORE!

And, despite the well-spring of good advice I have given out on this here blog, I was feeling really bad about that.  And all the other bits and pieces that remain undone around the house.  Cleaning, laundry, picking up after myself.  I just felt like, other human beings manage to get themselves out of bed and out the door to work with appropriate clothing on their bodies and normal lunches in their bags and they don’t expect a medal for it!  Me?  I totally expect a medal.  And there are moments when that makes me feel weird, and inadequate and shy about getting back in here.

But I finally took a deep breath. 

Because I love you guys.  And I know you won’t mind finding out that all the pep talks and rambles on this site come, not from someone who’s  got it all figured out, but from someone who is as scared, as unsure as any of you.

Even if what I am most scared of at the moment is the really big dust bunny that appears to be growling at me from the far corner of the room…