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.