My Sunday Night Writing on This, A Lovely Monday Morning

I didn’t write last night. I thought about it. A lot of the day, actually. About what my writing would be about. What I wanted to say this time around and how I was thinking of saying it. 

And then I got home and my house was full. Of my kids. And their friends. And my dog. And my life and I forgot. Completely. I absolutely completely forgot to write and didn’t think of it again until I was sitting on the couch this morning with my beautiful and smart and amazing and incredible Doberman puppy, who is getting SO big. 

I didn’t wake up and have my first thought be that I forgot to write last night. Nope. I woke and got my dog and went for a walk – avoiding a few early morning coyotes that I didn’t know were there at first – and read my phone and talked to my boy –one of the many of my kids who is home.

I then, as I was sitting there on the couch, with my dog and my boy and my early morning thoughts the writing thought popped in. There is was … oh shit, I forgot to write my Sunday night writing. 

And then I got to thinking about this. About this writing that I do each week and how I have made a commitment to writing this way. And, in turn, to those of you who read my writing. In a sense, you’ve made a commitment to me, too. By tuning in each week to share in my thoughts and offer up your own.

But sometimes, those commitments we make, they need to shift a bit. Because the moments that we are in are too great and too sweet and too good to pull away from even thought we have said that we would do something at that exact moment.

This is not to say that we should not honor our commitments to each other. Those promises I make and rituals I keep, this writing that I do each week, these things are really important and should be honored and nurtured and stuck to.

But that does not mean that these things that we are bound to do – in a good way – cannot be modified and adapted to fit what is happening right now. 

And so this Sunday night writing on this, a lovely Monday morning, is just that. It is my Sunday night writing modified to fit into the circumstances that came about at that exact time when I would normally have been writing it. 

This Sunday night writing here on this Monday morning means that I was able to be in that sweet moment of sitting with my family in that way that comes on spontaneously and is all too rare these days as my babies are now adults like me. 

This Sunday night writing coming to you on this beautiful Monday morning means that I still get to live my life. To be in the moment. To go with the flow. To change things up. To not miss things that may only come once in a while now. To adapt and grow and laugh and love. And to still honor my commitment – to give of myself and to share.