A few weeks ago, one of my favorite newsletter writers suggested that they weren’t necessarily burnt out, they just didn’t want to do much of anything for a while. I guess you could argue that’s exactly what burn out feels like but it doesn’t really matter what you call it, because the important thing is the feeling and I’ve got it, too. It’s been a long year and a half; the pandemic alone was more than enough to justify needing some time away and I’ve had enough going on in my personal and professional lives to warrant a break, even without the earth-stopping virus.
So I’m going to take a little summer vacation, for your good as well as mine. These last few weeks, I’ve sat down to write my weekly blog posts and found myself staring at my screen, with no ideas of what to say. I want to write; I still enjoy writing. But I’m coming up empty. I need some time to recharge, time to assess what might be interesting for me to write and you to read. As one of my favorite comics said, better than I ever could, I need to breathe. I need to catch my breath. So that’s what I’m going to do.
I’ll still be writing while I’m away, chipping away at fiction and some bigger projects that I’ve got stewing in the background, maybe even putting out a couple of installments of the Songs & Stories newsletter, but there won’t be any posts here for a few weeks. And that’s okay. We all need to take breaks sometimes. I’ll see you all when I’m back from this one.