I didn't expect it to happen, but taking on the month long Slice of Life Challenge was never agonising. I guess I was in a zone, for a month. I had more ideas then there were days. Some days I thought I knew what I would slice about, but when it came time to write something else had to be written about.
I am glad the month is behind us. Thankful that I was able to meet the challenge. And I know that in subsequent years I have the knowledge that I can absolutely succeed with the month long challenge.
The irony of it all is that now we are back to 'only' slicing once a week I have nothing to write about. I tried to not panic last night as I went to bed, completely unsure of what I would write about today. When I woke up this morning I stayed in the warmth of the bed until G woke up because I still had no idea what I would write about.
I wasn't worried, we were headed out for adventures and surely something would present itself. The day went by and bits floated past, but nothing I could grab onto. Now it is evening. My wonderful husband is putting G down and my only task at hand is to write my slice.
I suppose I could write about the weather - a constant topic here in Belfast. I could try to summon up a post about the aquarium we visited today or about what a fabulous traveler our daughter is. Perhaps I could conjure up some words to share the joy of fellowship over a shared meal (though hurried through with two 2 year olds and a 4 year old) or the quiet evening of adult conversation and games that will commence shortly.
But I must be out of steam. I suspect that I had paced myself for the marathon month of March and a two day break is not enough recovery time for my writing muscles. I am hopeful for next week.