I’m sitting down to write, and quite honestly, I’m not convinced I have it in me today.

Maybe it’s the end of the holiday weekend.

Maybe it’s because the muse is begging me to make something else today.

Maybe it’s resistance.

Maybe it’s the falling snow.

All. Weekend. Long.

While holiday weekends with families of origin and choice are incredible and nourishing…

They don’t always facilitate ease.

So instead of writing much more, I’m going to sip my tea.

I’m going to go to my cozy little home yoga studio.

I might paint or draw.

I’m telling you this to give you a permission slip, of sorts.

It’s okay if you just. can. not. sometimes.

Especially during the colder season and holidays.

If you can’t give yourself permission, here.

I’ll do it for you.

Please. Use it.