My days have been chock full. In no particular order, over the last couple of weeks:
- I discovered I have more basal cell carcinoma (this time, on my hairline). Surgery is tomorrow.
- I have taught creative writing at a public middle school.
- I bought a sectional couch and rearranged the family room. (I believe the Raymour & Flanigan salesman gave me a nice discount because he admired my tenacity and good spirits as I furniture shopped with boisterous preteens and a teen.)
- I have been solo-parenting while my husband Chris is in Florida for a month, directing Picasso at Lapin Agile.
- I have met a challenge with teen boys’ behavior. Say no more.
- I have had sick daughters (one with strep throat, the other with swimmer’s ear).
- I have started an interim job as a writer for another faith-based organization, a women’s group.
- I have received an email, first contact in 20 years, from my ex.
- I have been taking a sketch class at the Art Students League. I have been painting, drawing, and collaging a lot. And even sold some art.
- I have been taking a photo every day.
- I have been journaling every day.
I could elaborate on any one one of these bullet points. Suffice it to say, I have felt like Superwoman, empowered and challenged. Being Superwoman is tiring.
I have felt, just recently, the need to slow down. Perhaps February can be a month for that.
All of my work — my art, writing, and teaching fills my soul and I intend to keep on keeping on. My husband suggested that when he comes back, I should go to a spa for a few days. I like that. Until then, I might just curl up on the new sofa with a good book.