We didn't meet this week. I called in sick. It was the first time that we haven't met, and I felt a little empty inside. Funny how not meeting felt so empty and not-quite-right! Although it was the right thing to do- I was contagious and a sniffling mess-, my universe was a little off kilter.
I did honor my commitment to write, I did not accomplish as much as I had wanted. Nor was I as inspired. Stepping outside my environment and into a book club has been very helpful. Every week, I feel as though I accomplished something. The magnitude of the warm, happy feelings didn't hit me until I missed the book club.
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