This is what I started writing on Friday:
I'm sitting here in my gym clothes, eating chocolate. I'm going to the gym just as soon as I write this. Really. I am.
night was Parents' Night at Our Fine Upper School. About 85% of the
moms were rocking the sleeveless thing. I mean, you would not believe
the number of sculpted upper arms on this population. Not me. I have
flabby, middle-age upper arms with knobby elbows that always look like
they need to be scrubbed (this is also true of my knees: flabby and bony
at the same time, plus they're always three shades darker than the
Anyway, we went to all of Jack's classes and met all of his teachers.
But that's as far as I got. Still, I think the part about my flabby arms is important to share.
Later today, I'm going to New Orleans. I just found out last week that I'd be going to New Orleans today. I thought I was going October
19th. Quite a shock to my system, as you might imagine. I need at least
a month to get mentally and emotionally prepared for these trips. I'm
going for a booksellers' convention. I'll be sitting on a panel tomorrow
afternoon with other middle grade fiction writers called "Stuck in the
Middle." I have no idea what we'll be discussing. Saturday, I come back
I don't mind traveling (though I don't
particularly like to fly, as I'm prone to motion sickness), but I don't
much like traveling alone. It gets lonely. I don't think we're built to
be catapulted by ourselves out of our homes and communities into other
communities 800 miles away where we don't know anybody and have no ties.
said that, I am looking forward to going down to the French Quarter and
sitting on a bench that overlooks the great and mighty Mississippi
In general, things here are going well. I've been having some bouts of the afternoon blues, but I think this is because I haven't been social enough. I was really enjoying my alone time the first few weeks of school, but I let myself get too alone. Life is hard for an introvert, achieving the right balance. So I'm planning coffee and lunches with friends and doing some volunteer work over at the Folklife Institute. I need some human connection after my writing time in the morning.
I'm doing my best not to sign up for extra stuff, though temptation looms large. Have I mentioned that I turned 49 this year? 49 is a seventh year, which means it's a sabbath year, and I feel that I should take this year off and get some rest. There's always so much I want to do, but I just have to accept I can't do everything.
I like volunteering over at the Folklife Institute, and there's a month-long seminar on poverty at the new church I've been going to lately that meets on Tuesday nights in October. I think I might attend that. Otherwise, other than school volunteering stuff, I'm going to try to keep my commitments to a minimum.
Parenting, writing, reading, gardening. That should be enough, right? Oh, and quilting and finally getting that attic straightened out once and for all and organizing the closets ...
Do you do too much? What are you thinking about giving up?
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