Wish I had the week off

My dad starts chemo today. I tried calling/texting him last night but he didn’t answer. He’s probably going through a lot of emotions. I wish I could have gone with him, but only one person is allowed to be at the hospital.

I start work soon, and I wish I had the week off. Most of my colleagues are away, which means I have to pick up the extra work. I work from home, so it’s not such a big deal, but still. I want to read my book, sip some coffee and have a lazy day.

The last week before the new year always feels introspective. Journaling a lot about things I’d like to do this year: more fun, more travel, less staying home so much, maybe take a writing course?

Also thinking about this blog. Do I continue writing here, on this platform? I question the point of it all sometimes. I feel too sensitive to be putting my thoughts online for all to see.

My feelings are easily hurt when my writing/projects get criticized, even by no name people I don’t even know.

I guess that’s the risk you take, when you share pieces of yourself on the big vast web.