Last week I was at my lowest point. Buried under stress, overwhelmed with everything going on, and unable to move forward or make any kind of decision. But, as luck would have it, I have some awesome friends. One reminded me that things could be worse–I could be pregnant. Another quite literally slapped me across the face (during karate, but so unexpected I laughed until I cried). And a third stayed with me after school until almost 7, giving me the chance to not go anywhere or do anything except talk. This worked to clear my head and scare my husband into realizing where I was and where I wasn’t.
And then this challenge arrived. I did the challenge last year and even periodically sliced on Tuesday. I wrote a poem last Tuesday just to dust the cobwebs from my brain and found it oddly cathartic. It was short, strong, and gritty. Though I feel it is not my best writing, a few of you were kind enough to comment and found it powerful and structured. I appreciate those words more than you know, given where I am mentally at this point. Now that I have experienced a sense of pride (something sorely lacking for me lately), I choose to once again to do the slice of life challenge. I cannot guarantee what thoughts or actions or snippets will spill forth onto this page. I only know that whatever it is it will be honest and unique and truly me.