“All in a Week”

I’ve certainly had an interesting week!

Monday, my husband had a doctor’s appointment as well as an errand or two to run before and after.  I spent all morning in Class Connect with our daughter.

Tuesday, my husband had other business to take care of in town, and he had to leave early.  Again, I spent the morning in Class Connect with our daughter, and completing household chores between classes.

Wednesday was our daughter’s doctor’s appointment, so after Class Connect sessions were over and lunch and homework were done, we left, and ran some errands after.

It was Thursday that was the ‘doozy’.  I found myself facing a new milestone, and living it two different ways at once.  Well, three different ways.  I recall my own experience (when I was her age), I’m reliving it through my daughter, and I’m relating instinctively.  It’s awesome, but I also feel as if I’ve aged several years overnight, more so because I discovered it the night before.  We were both tired that day and she didn’t feel up to going to gymnastics that evening.

Come Friday morning, my dad’s brother stopped in for a visit since he was in the area.  It’s been 14 years since I last saw my uncle, and times have certainly changed the both of us.  However, it was interesting, some of the conversations we had during his brief visit.  I learned a lot, about our family, about him, and about myself.  In addition to my uncle visiting, my husband had another business errand to run early that morning, so while he was taking care of that, I was reclaiming my daughter’s attention during breakfast to get her ready for school.  She’d never met him before now, so naturally she would be socially interested.

Now here I am.

It’s Saturday, the sun is shining, and tomorrow’s weather is calling for rain which pretty much guarantees I won’t be able to work outside.  I feel the need to re-energize, and being outside, in the fresh country air, beautifying the yard, cultivating the ground, it’s therapeutic to me.

That reminds me, I can’t wait to get started on my vegetable garden!

“Give In, Take Rest, Think Later”

It is only Wednesday?

Yeah, it’s only Wednesday and I’m wishing it was Friday so I can have another weekend.  Last weekend seemed to fly even though I had an extra day because of there being no school.  However, while Saturday was relaxing enough, Sunday was the Daytona 500, which Austin Dillion won, and we had company over to watch the race.  I’m not complaining, I’m just saying I didn’t take the time to ‘refresh’ like I should have on Monday.

Being an introvert and needing time to recuperate from overly energetic, highly entertaining events is a must.  Otherwise its all too much to take in and process.  After any kind of family gathering or get-together, my head ‘buzzes’ for day or so because of there being so much to take in.  In order to refresh myself, I need quiet time alone–to re-energize.

I’m learning that when I don’t take that time to be quiet and to myself, I can literally feel the lack of mental motivation.  It makes it hard to concentrate.  Today I’m feeling it more, though I am trying to work, but at the same time, my thoughts keep trailing back to my phone.  Will the guy from Page Publishing call me back today?  I called him yesterday afternoon, I wrote and sent him an email to back myself up, and I called and left another message this afternoon.  I admit, my patience level there leaves me feeling ‘antsy’, but otherwise I feel ready for a nap though I also want to work on a couple of my rough drafts.

Mental fatigue.  That’s what it is, and sometimes I give into it.

“A Make-over in Media”

I think it’s time for a make-over.  Not a make-over of myself because I’ve done that.  Two years ago, I was not the person I am now.  I didn’t wear a hat and tinted glasses then.  I do now.  I didn’t keep a blog then.  I do now.  I didn’t write nearly as much stuff then, but I do now.  A lot has changed.  Maybe it’s time for me to make over the other part of me.  The ‘social media’ part of me.

I’m not hiding behind a fake face, or a fake name, or anything like that. I’m not actually hiding at all.  I’m an introvert.  So, in writing, I’m in my simplest form.

I’ve never thought much about my writing, I just know I’ve always loved it as an activity.  I used to write all the time–lists, letters, poems, my name, subject notes, etc.  When I wasn’t writing, I was reading or drawing.  I used to free-hand draw all the time, but dropped it in high school.  I loved to write, but I didn’t share any of it.  Not even the letters.  When I did write a letter and actually give it to the person I wrote it to, things were never good.  So, I’ve always been afraid to write to share, but then I began keeping a journal and even that took time for me to confide in.  I was afraid someone would pick it up and read it, or my little sister would snoop around because she was good at doing that.  It wasn’t until recent years that I’ve began to come out of my shell.  I’ve always been afraid of what others would think of my work.  I’ve had a lot of overly-critical, ‘so-called’ friends, and just as many overly-judgmental relatives to go with them.

I don’t think of things that way anymore.  Constant writing practice and learning to trust my conscious and subconscious thoughts have helped me navigate this path I’ve found in the literary world, and while I’m comfortable where I’m at, I can’t stop.

If I’ve learned anything from writing, it’s ‘don’t stop’, and ‘don’t be afraid to stand out’.