Because I’ve stopped having blog ideas.
Because looking at my bloated Twitter stream makes me want to delete my entire online presence and forget it ever existed.
Because the emails never end.
Because I’ve owed one girl a blog review since November and still can’t find the time to make it happen.
Because I’ve cancelled with every friend I have at least 5 times in the past couple months.
Because I sometimes long to be back in the 9-5 just so I can have official “off” time.
Because I’ve forgotten what to do with myself when not attacking my to-do list.
Because losing an hour of time to Daylight Savings on Sunday nearly launched me into a meltdown.
Because I don’t think I’ve lived “in the moment” since I was 10.
Because I always feel guilty, inadequate and behind, like no matter what I do or how hard I do it, I will forever have more I should be doing and people I will be letting down.
Because I no longer know which way is up.
Because I got sick for a week and it feels like the rest of my 2014 will be spent trying to catch back up.
Because my body is screaming at me to treat it better.
Because in spite of approaching every minute according to its billable worth, murdering my social life and sanity and passion in the process, we are still in debt, and will continue to be until my husband is approved for disability benefits.
Because I hate approaching every minute by its billable worth.
Because I’m sick of reading everyone else’s thoughts and never allowing myself the space to have any of my own.
Because life is meant to be lived, not bookmarked and hashtagged and spun into a personal traffic-generating PR campaign. (Tweet!)
Because I’m sick of feeling like a brand that needs to be monetized instead of a living, breathing human creature.
Because I used to feel the sunset, and now I just feel tapped out.
Because reading people’s highlights and lowlights on Facebook gives you no idea what’s actually going on in their lives.
Because I’m overwhelmed by trivial data and underwhelmed by the experience of living.
Because I have a stack of 17 books waiting to be read.
Because I treat my clients better than I treat myself.
Because I have officially hit a wall that sheer determination and moxy can’t get me through.
Because it’s time to call it.
Because I’m supposed to be designing this lifestyle, not running madly after it in a forever reactionary state.
CCIQ Is Taking a Turn
For all these reasons above-mentioned, and oh so many more, I am officially announcing my resignation from busy-ness, 24/7 hustle and always being plugged in and ushering in a new, singular purpose for this year and this blog.
It is time to Slow the Fuck Down and remember what it means to be a living, breathing, feeling, dreaming human. The slashing and burning begins now.
This blog is on the way to its next evolution, and it’s going to be Quit-tastic.
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