It's Not You, It's Me

It may not be clear from the words appearing on my post and all, but I am taking a little break from writing today. Not like breaking up, exactly, just taking a break. I'll say it - I'm going through a selfish phase. It's not you, it's me. I need some time. Let's still be friends*.

But really, seriously now, I am reconnecting with the other parts of me, the little lost parts.

There's no Christmas-shopper part. There's no good-sister part. There's no good-friend part. There's only a sliver of a good-server part. There's not much of a cooker or a cleaner or a book-reader part.

But I will relocate my Wife pieces and my Mama pieces, and I will polish them till they shine. (And if, purely by coincidence, bathrooms also happen to shine today, that will be a bonus.) I want to recover something that has started to slip in all the bustle of the past couple of months. If that means I disappear from some of the other roles I've been playing, at least I'll know I'm focusing on the pieces that matter most.

*If I had been responsible for more breakups in my past, I could probably come up with more lines. But, whatever, I guess I was always on the other end...