There are gaps of time that define my life
My childhood spent free and wild outdoors
My school age years searching for an identity to be proud of
My time figuring out what my degree should be
My realization that competitive sports were no longer to be played by me
My wedding day
My dog mom life
My not-so-trauma-free birthing memories
My apartment living experiences
My first and second home dwelling days
My blogging days
My radio appearances
My corporate desk job days
My work-from-home days
My love of writing
Three years passed without me writing
Funny how life works
This is the sixteenth (#16) in a series of 100-word posts I plan to write. My ultimate goal is to create 100 of these 100-word posts in no set time frame. Thanks for following along!
Written by Heidi Woodard
maternalmedia 
There’s something to be said for pacing yourself. Three years later, it was nice to see this come up, and a reminder, I should be doing a little bit more myself…
I’ve always felt when I’ve momentarily lost track of things I should be doing (writing, exercise, prayer, reflecting, practicing gratitude), a little something is better than a lot of nothing. Why do we tend to judge ourselves harsher and not extend the same amount of grace we would give to someone else? As always, I appreciate you checking in. I enjoy following your life adventure.
Meant to reply earlier but as ya know….. things happen😜👍❤️. I love your writing !!! Dad
Thank you to my eternal supporter in life. Love you too (so much)!