What is it about pending horse shows that bring out deep emotion in me? If ya figure it out, could you wisen my brain box?
See, at present I should be packing the car. My daughter has her last 4H show — ever *cries* — and she and I are leaving town for four days. In preparation, I had blog post written, locked and loaded so I could awaken and head down the road. Then a deep uneasiness set in and necessitated this hasty post.
What brought this about? A combination of things, symbolized by my new website, which I was to announce today. That’s right, peeps. I’ve purchased my dot ca domain and put up a placeholder site as a means to refer people here. (Don’t bother looking. I’ve taken it offline for the present.)
My website’s pretty, I worked hard to make it so, and people use vanity sites all the time; but my Imposter Syndrome is flaring and whispering that I’m all sauce and no sizzle. (I modified the saying because I’m vegetarian, dontcha know?)
When I get back, this…regrouping will spawn a few blog posts. In the meantime, have you had a time in your career — writing or otherwise — where you’ve barreled down the road, windows open to admit the sweet, sweet, summer air, only to reconsider when you drive past a farm that keeps bees?
Please share in the comment section below! Just know one thing: I’m going rural, folks. Deep rural. Which is to say, I may not be able to see your replies or respond until Tuesday. Doesn’t mean I don’t care, but rather, contrary to popular opinion, even the Tart cannot fight spotty Internet access.