My friend asked me how my book writing is going.  I had to be blatantly honest with her and tell her that it is not.  Between daily blogs, work, and the 1,000 other things that I am juggling, writing my book has taken a distant back seat.  I opened it up the other day with the intention of continuing to write, and my attempt fell flat.  The book has a totally different rhythm than the blogs and pulls at a different part of me.  It requires me to be more vulnerable.  I closed out of the book and went on about my night. And then…I got a reminder of who…