I’m not a terribly social person when it comes to breaking the ice with people. I play with my phone to look disinterested, or stare blankly at my shoes when waiting to pick up children. At the playground, I have a book, a notebook or something with me at all times so that I appear busy. I am busy, mind you, because the voices in my head are incredible company and keep my ever-churning wheels… uh, churning. Hell, even when I blog, I have to wait for something amazing to occur to even...
Its Monday morning, again. I’ve had one of those weeks of whirlwind activity that culminated in another birthday celebration for Enigma (must update “Cast” page) and, well, just stuff. I was told, almost 6 weeks ago, that I was ready to “take off” during a reiki session. My BFF told me that I just needed to go out and have fun, meet people, be ME. I figured it was the kids going to school and the freedom of movement that allowed. And, it was that, and I’m not...
Evidently, the Universe heard my plea for more fun and has granted me two nights of insomnia. I’m a lucky gal. Those stupid, stupid thoughts that bounce around my brain because idiots and assholes can’t seem to understand that the world does not revolve around them. Making new friends eventually requires discussing past issues, taking the fun out of a lot of things. Maybe I think too much. Gangsta rap. 20 year olds who question my love for drummers, yet point out the irony of toes. Lots...
I realize your plan has been to completely kick my ass for 10+ weeks. You’ve been doing a fantastic job, by the way, and I could not have asked for a more talented or skilled foe. Physically, between insomnia and chiggers, I have the stamina of a marshmallow. Even though I’m starting to eat meat again, kinda, I still can’t get behind gelatin, so this marshmallow status also has me hating myself. Thanks. Plus, this non-stop entertainment director position has me jumping through hoops...
The final tally of actual vacation I took during my week off is hovering somewhere around 3.5 days. I’m sad that I didn’t get all my well-deserved time off, but impressed that I did manage to not work those days. I did clean and remember what it was like to “only” be a SAHM, and I discovered I feel a little naked without deadlines. I also feel a little naked without clothes, but that hasn’t stopped me from running around Stepford, scaring the children. Wheeee! So, I’m...
