Artless kitchen because we are MOVING and everything is in boxes (almost).
Pasta because Chris' brother is here making Spaetzle. Like macaroni and cheese, only better.
And I am warning you,
I am FEELING LOST.
All in Goals&Process
- I'll show you mine if you show me yours. I think the top of my ToDO list should read: "Things not ToDo: Go Crazy."
Whoops, already am.
So the deal is this: A bunch of my family bought property here, on Block Island, in the 70's and 80's. The land was dirt cheap and the island pretty inaccessible. That's all changed.
Oof. I am depressed today about being able to do way less of my work then I am used to doing. I have no more than 15 minutes to myself at a time. Sometimes less. I knew this was coming, but not how much it would pull the rug out from under me.
Today was fine.
It was a regular day (guitar string bracelets, building websites, booking clients, wiping poopy bums, eating, doing laundry, paying bills, painting trim, going to pediatrician, vacuuming, taking the dogs out, selling cloth diapers online, taking pictures of my food, talking to my employees, yelling at my husband, scheduling email blasts, planning sales for holiday season) and it was fine.
Okay, so remember how I said I bought some land in the woods and was building a house? And I was going to have a big garden and a big freezer and my dogs and kids were going to run around and get dirty and do tick checks? Well, hmm that was ONE vision...
But as per my usual style, I bit off quite a lot and then added a whole extra heap on top of that. And every time I carve out time for working on these sessions I AM STUCK. That's right. Writer's block. Idea freeze. Brain mush. Major distraction. Thoughtless. Sleepy. Confused. STUCK. Like seriously-cannot-take-one-step-further STUCK.
The offer is in... Let the waiting begin...
It feels like an admission of guilt. "I used to write a lot of poetry."
I think it's a weakness. "I used to write a lot of poetry."
I am embarrassed to say: "I used to write a lot of poetry."
I got this message from a friend and colleague:
"Ya know. I'm not sure whether I love or hate the fact you send me mass emails about what's going on in your life."