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.
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Hi Mary Beth, There’s a big book in you. Instead of reading others (but do finish mine and comment on Amazon only if you like it), how about scoping out an overview and some chapters? Judith