You know that I write every week.
But I’ve come up short on my promise to deliver every Sunday or Monday.
For a short while, I felt guilty about it — I had broken a streak, a consistency that I never knew I had in me. After all, what would that mean moving forward? Would this habit recover from a few shortcomings?
But then I reminded myself: make room for life.
Not every week is scripted. Not every day is routine.
Life twists and turns and we have to contort ourselves too.
There are wonders to a good routine, but sometimes it can be the biggest hindrance to living.
So make room for people, make room for new experiences, make room to do nothing if you have to.
Excuse my lack of professionalism, sometimes we must simply make room for life.