A few years ago I took a writing class just to do something for myself. A part of me was also hoping at the end of that class I'd magically have an editor, publisher and 3 book deals in my grasp. Alas. I learned one has to work for those things. Yet I still write, again because I can.
During this writing class I used to have to take my computer out of the apartment because I would find everything to do in the house but write. Oh hey, I haven't scrubbed the toilet in a long time. Or you know what, I should arrange my CD's according to genre. Or maybe I'll try and clean the outside of my windows on my second floor apartment. So I'd make myself leave the house with just my class materials, an inspirational book or two, my computer and I'd leave the charger at home. Not only would I have to write because there was nothing else to do, but I'd also have to beat the clock. Finish the assignment before my battery died. The tactic worked. I completed my assignment. I completed the course. And I still write.
Tonight, I'm on my deck. The same deck my grandpa and his friends built when I was 9 years old. That is so awesome. Every day Chuck and I talk about how grateful and lucky we are to be in this house. Mom, again and again, THANK YOU. I just went for a run, am feeling calm and refreshed at the moment and am waiting for my partner in crime to come home with wine and dinner. Lucky indeed.
That calm and refreshed feeling is so valued right now because I've been feeling very tightly wound lately. Work is stressful and I am counting down the days till my vacation. When I'm not at work, I'm trying hard to disengage from it. You know you work too much and need some time away when you dream about work. A few nights ago it was dream after dream of all the ways, ridiculous as they could get, that my milk order could get messed up. Do you have any idea how annoying it is to dream about ordering milk?! There is so much I'm trying to do, so many things to check off my list, so many people to be in continuous contact with, and I'm tired. I'm trying to be more organized to see if that cuts down on my stress and makes me prioritize. I think it's working, although I've only been doing it for a week.
You know what is wonderful right now? THE WEATHER! I tell you, last week when it snowed, I would've given a finger for some 80 degree weather. I saw something on line that said "The first person to complain about the heat this summer is getting punched." I concur. I painted my toes on Friday, put on some peep-toe shoes, a tank top with a loose sweater and I rocked out this warm weather! It was fantastic!
I'm really looking forward to my vacation in a month. We're going to Chicago for a friend's wedding and making a little trip out of it. It's a Sunday night wedding, we're going there on Friday, hopefully seeing a baseball game, going to that big metal bean thing in downtown, and my BFF Ryan will be with us too. And then Sunday rocking it out with the best of friends as another one gets hitched. I'm just so excited to be away from things for a while. I need to disengage. Mostly from work. Note to self, 9 months is too long to not have more than 2 days off a week.
It's getting dark and a tad chilly. And I want to go read my book. The Lost Van Gogh, a suspense, mystery thriller involving murder and a discovered Van Gogh art piece. Think Da Vinci Code sans religion. May this week be good to you and that you find time to be calm and refreshed as well.