Good morning, everyone! Or, good afternoon. I hope today is a decent day for most of us. For those struggling, I hope it has some bright spots.

I didn't mention this here before, but I have been trying to get myself to write more. Some may have seen a couple draft attempts. I used to blog daily, but in the recent year and a half, I slowed to a stop. That saddened me. Part of the reason has been my mood, and another was feeling that too many familiar people learned too much about me. My dad shared my blog address with half his town and much of our family. I'd visit him and go to the local cafe, and the owner would say "I really like your blog!" Eek!!! I know my father meant well.

Last week, I discovered a nice professional blog owned by a psychologist. She has a small team of writers who write about psychology-related topics. They're not journal-type entries, and don't focus on any specific type of mental illness. They are mostly articles and reflections. I commented on a post there, and in response, one of the regular contributors read many of my blog posts. He invited me to be a contributor. I confess that I procrastinated getting back to him, despite being flattered. Truth is, I worry about being able to do anything formal, regularly. That is part of the reason I'm on disability. Such responsibilities put extreme pressure on me, which in turn can be destabilizing. Then I have a resulting grief, if I fail.

I told my therapist about the above offer. She was happy for me and encouraged me to discuss if flexibility in providing blog articles was possible. Perhaps I will. She also asked if I told my husband about the invitation. I haven't. I told her that if I do, my husband will predictably scold me that I should be helping him write content for a podcast he's working on with his colleague. Problem is, I've never been excited about the podcast idea, though I know that my contributions would be valuable...if I could get myself to do it. When I'm not "into" something, it's like forcing cod liver oil into the mouth of a child. When passionate, one can't get me to stop, and I truly excel.