Slice of Life hosted at the Two Writing Teachers I stare at this blank page. Not feeling anything to write. Even though I'm finally feeling about 94% healthy. Celebrating those that celebrate the BIG and little. Reflecting on those that take time to reflect (and reflect publicly). Wondering how I can do even more -- But I feel this sense of guilt. Guilt not writing. Guilt not slicing. I can never give myself a break, a pass, an it's okay To not be-all, do-all, super-mom-and-teacher. I stare at this page now with words that hold more than one story. But only time will allow for more stories to be shared. When will that time come? Patience. The time will come. And the writing, and the stories, and the captured moments will be there.