It’s only freaking Tuesday

Once upon a time, there was a bar of soap. The soap was called, “It’s only freaking Tuesday” with text underneath that read, “smells like slowly dying.” Illness has reigned supreme in our home for about three weeks. When I decided to make this blog, I committed to my own self in my own head where no one would have known if I skipped it, to post every Tuesday. Naturally, when I made my introductory post, I just KNEW that by the following Tuesday, we’d be all healthy and more productive than the world (at least our world) had ever seen. All the bad habits of a lifetime would be rewritten, my readers (who at this point have known me all of that lifetime of less-than-productive habits… Hi, guys! I love you!) would be awed and inspired, and I’d be well on my way to achieving all of my dreams. What a blog this would be!
Somehow, I have arrived at this magical date still sick and having not yet learned to navigate the wonders and complications of blogging and formatting. Far from wowing the world with my achievments, I’m sitting here in my chair surrounded by tissues and VapoRub, wondering why it is that the very same buttons I used on my last post are doing different things on this one. It was very tempting to skip my post altogether today. My promises were to myself, my audience still comprised of those who are already disposed to like me, what was there to lose? When I thought it over two or ten times, I wondered if moments like these might be the real places change is determined. Not in the places you’re all fired up and have dozens of ideas you just know everyone will love, but in the days you’re run down and miserable and the only thing you really know in the core of your being is that you could never have survived illness in the days no one had invented lavender stuffed sloths that you can microwave and put on your sore spots.
I still don’t know how to navigate this place or put my posts where they can be seen, but I’m keeping my commitment to myself that no one knew about before now. Even though it kinda smells like slowly dying and it’s somehow already freaking Tuesday.