Today is an interesting day. Interesting because, unlike most days, I seem to have a bit of time on my hands. There are no extra hours being granted for work. Other than my usual daily chauffeuring, I have nowhere to go. There’s a chilly dampness in the air today. It’s gray and sort of sad and lazy out. It’s raining the sort of rain that just kind of comes and goes, misting everything but refusing to just let go and pour out full force. Not much unlike the struggle to fight back one’s own tears only to have a stray
It’s been another long day here. I barely got my hours in for my regular work, let alone managed to do much related to my writing. Spent four hours basically sitting in the car (as a favor for family) and between that and the odd ways in which I contort myself every other day of the week in order to get things done, it’s definitely taking a toll on me. I’m in so much pain — the part of my back sort of between my shoulder blades and down the center — that I had to call upon one of
Today’s buzzword is “busy.” Maybe it’s “bizzy,” either way, that’s what’s going on lately. I’m wrapping up my final classes at school, registering for real estate courses outside of school, taking steps to increase my health (damn that cholesterol!), house-hunting, job-hunting, website-building, blog-researching, taxi-ing my kids back and forth to school and work (someone get a license soon, please!), playing nurse to my house full of sickies and attempting to fight off the hellacious cold virus they seem determined to share with me. Yay! They’re sharing! <tic> My head is constantly pounding, my nasal passages are screaming, my ears are buzzing and aching,
the rest will come on its own. Honestly, my mind just keeps moving full-speed ahead, jumping the tracks every other chance it gets and basically just wreaking havoc in every direction. So many ideas. So many dreams. So many roads to take. Is it any wonder I’ve settled on a liberal arts degree? Nope. No wonder at all. Too interested in a little bit of everything and not interested enough in any one thing. Definitely time to just pick one thing and try to keep my focus on that. No more shiny distractions. No more wandering off into the dark.
A new year is now upon us, and with its arrival I find myself evaluating where I am at this point in my life — where I wanted to be, and what may or may not be possible from this point forward. Enter the New Year’s Resolution. I haven’t yet decided whether I want to officially declare any sort of resolution. On one hand, it is simply no more or less than setting a new goal for yourself; but on the other hand, it can be a doorway to slap yourself in the face with yet another failure on which