When I started posting on Love This Food Thing I had been writing daily for years, more recently, about the deleterious effects of eating disorders and how we can disentangle ourselves.
I took time over my subscription and welcome page (still not finished). I re-edited old blogs and posted notes from our instagram account. Full of vim and vigour I wrote blog on my daily to-do- list.
But truth be told, I’m knackered. Not burnt out, like earlier in the summer, but depleted. I can just about flip a short video script but anything longer feels like something heavy dragging through my body.
My writing-well is dry.
And here’s the thing.
It’s such a relief.
Having said that I feel I’ve left people in mid air.
Like saying I’ll call and then not. Or rescinding an invite, last minute; “sorry I can’t make it, I have a cold” and cementing my lie by lying on the sofa watching telly.
To my lovely group of subscribers, thank you. I’m sorry I haven’t posted anything new for a while. And to anyone who’s commented or liked my notes or posts - thank you too.
I’m fantastically inactive at scrolling, commenting and liking. I find the process overwhelming. It doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate you. I do.
But for now I need to rest and recuperate and learn new ways to work and write. I need to walk the dog or chop veg and create some liminal space where I can be still and silent and honour the divine within.