Well, I’m here again.
Not just here writing another Slice of Life (after four days of neglect), but here. . . at this mental state:
What can I say? I am a student of my own state of despair.
I’ve followed all of the prescribed remedies.
A walk outside. CHECK. I even was able to convince by daughter, Gracie, who was home with the puppy, to walk with me.
Writing. CHECK. Filling a good 6 pages in my notebook, I still could not get to the bottom of my angst. I did get some good writing material though.
Shower. CHECK. I even shaved my legs, washed my hair and put on Aveda Rosemary Mint body lotion. Oh, it’s so heavenly.
Clean something. CHECK. I washed every dish that piled up in the sink from over the week. The dishwasher broke down. My husband and I pinky swore we would wash every dish that each of us used. That lasted about a week. I think we need a new dishwasher.
Take a nap. CHECK. This was the easiest remedy.
Connect with people. I went on Twitter and tweeted a storm about the tcrwp Saturday Reunion in NYC connecting with many teacher-writer-reader-people. I sat with my husband and watched a tv show about Wisconsin. I chatted with Gracie and puppy motherhood.
I know that when I am in this place of funkiness that something new is about to be born. This is God’s way to trying to get my attention to notice it. To be honest, I’ve been walking around in survival mode this month. . . automatic pilot.
He knows we are more than this.
We need these wake up calls.
I will pull out on the other side of this and I’ll make sure to write about what is unveiled. Certainly, there is something to look forward to after the fog clears. A calming meditation from by beautiful niece, Micara, might help me get there.
For now, I think I’ll put on my pj’s and read my new books by Abigail Thomas, recommendations from Elisabeth Ellingson, a dear writer-teacher-thinker-lady-friend.
But, only after I publish this blog post and put my laptop down for the night.
I’m participating in twowritingteachers March Challenge of posting a blog post every day for the month of March. I have not been consistent, but I’m not copping out and throwing in the towel. To check out other writers, visit here.