Two years ago, I wrote the very first post for the Comfortably Uncomfortable blog. It is by far the piece I am most proud of. It was about my eldest sister, Lyn.
Last year, at the same time, I tried to match the feeling I had when writing and publishing that first post. I failed. I started, stopped, scratched, and restarted at least seven times. Eventually, my pride got the best of me and I gave up. I was grinding for nearly a month on one single blog post.
It took so very long because my goal was to publish a re-cap of the previous year; a recap of the amazing job I had done of “living life to its fullest” by spending time with loved ones, going on fantastic trips, and scrubbing my life of BS.
Yeah. That didn’t happen.