Sorry, the February Challenge Is Officially a Shit-Show
Please feel free to send me punches instead of claps…
I’m sorry, okay. There I said it.
Who else wants to punch Past Keeley in the face?
I know it can’t just be me.
Last month’s challenge was intense, but I became addicted to the connection, the community, the challenge of writing every single day.
I didn’t want it to end but I also knew that realistically, I didn’t have the time to commit to 28 days of writing and reading.
I thought I was being smart, running a mini-challenge, turns out I was dumb. Oh so dumb that my brain hurts trying to figure out what day it is, or what my name is.
The D date is looming. We have to be out of our rental by the 24th February and we still don’t have a house that’s moveable-innable. No, that’s not a word, but you know what, I don’t care.
I’ve been working on the new house every day and night, painting, cleaning, moving smaller things, and more painting until at least 10pm.
By the time I get home, I collapse into a heap on the lounge to catch up with writing and reading on Medium.
