It’s time.

I had a total of 3 hours of sleep last night. I really don’t have the energy for more on my plate.

I’m learning a new phonics program because what I’m doing isn’t having the impact I want so I need to switch gears. I really don’t have the mental capacity.

I’m juggling being a parent, a partner, a teacher, a friend, a colleague, a leader, a child, a neighbor. I really don’t have time to add another role, much less the role of a writer.

I’m committed myself to balance this year and I can hear my past self just smirking and chuckling the moment I said it because past me knew it was a stretch- I just don’t have the ability.

But it’s time. It’s time to start sharing. It’s time to start advocating. It’s time to start making progress. As I said in a meeting last week, I’m done with the dance. I’m done with the facade. I’m too tired and I don’t have time to play around.

It’s the eve of the March Slice of Life challenge. Of course it had to be a Tuesday. So here I am, so ready to write that I’m starting a day early. (I know, overachiever. But if you look at my to-do list you would know that I’m just perfecting my procrastination skills by writing this post.)

It’s time.

By Kessick



  1. Ahh yes, balance. I’m struggling with this as well–so many of the lines you wrote I can connect with. Not enough energy for more on my plate. Check. No more mental capacity. Check. Juggling all of the many roles. Check. Smirking at myself as I commit to write again. Check. There’s so much power in sharing. Writing with you in solidarity. ❤


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