Confession Tuesday: To The Light edition
I confess thankgoodness, thesun.
I confess I'm back working on my WIP, and it actually felt GOOD to spend hours last Sunday pouring over my old work, dreaming about where the story might take me. I'd missed that type of exploration.
I confess I feel I've been in a dark place these past few weeks -precipitated by one of my co-workers announcing her resignation (on good terms, thankfully.) I've been sort of in turmoil about my next step in life, in part because I used to think my next step was simply to become a published author. It's still that, but that old love/desire/propulsion is sharing space with a new one: community work. I love it. It snuck up on me. Could have warned me . . .
I confess the boy has been in New Jersey helping his family for the past week and I've been surprised by my response to his absence.
I confess that the cat has a new bad habit that's driving me crazy.
I confess I'm rediscovering an appreciation for folk and country (big guitar, not big hair) music.
I confess I feel I need a massage, and I have this big network of resources (related to getting what I need without using money), but the last thing I feel comfortable doing is making a request to be touched.
I confess, this year, my mother cancelled Thanksgiving and she's on her way to canceling Kwanzaa/the gift exchange. She's doing this part because of all the significant deaths we experienced this year. I'm surprising myself by being okay with it. No -actually, I'm in FAVOR of it.
I confess that it has occurred to me that some of my bleh-ness and exhaustion, and general lack of patience or understanding may have something to do with my grieving experience associated with the above (not the holiday, the people.) This is interesting to me because I really don't know what grieving is supposed to look like. Obviously, I should read a book on it.
I confess I'm very much enjoying pinterest: http://pinterest.com/phobean/
Also, as I may have mentioned before, I'm in love with my new blog: www.wholeheartlocal.com. Finally, I have one place to store all my stuff, including my eye-view of this world, my life!
I confess I'm back working on my WIP, and it actually felt GOOD to spend hours last Sunday pouring over my old work, dreaming about where the story might take me. I'd missed that type of exploration.
I confess I feel I've been in a dark place these past few weeks -precipitated by one of my co-workers announcing her resignation (on good terms, thankfully.) I've been sort of in turmoil about my next step in life, in part because I used to think my next step was simply to become a published author. It's still that, but that old love/desire/propulsion is sharing space with a new one: community work. I love it. It snuck up on me. Could have warned me . . .
I confess the boy has been in New Jersey helping his family for the past week and I've been surprised by my response to his absence.
I confess that the cat has a new bad habit that's driving me crazy.
I confess I'm rediscovering an appreciation for folk and country (big guitar, not big hair) music.
I confess I feel I need a massage, and I have this big network of resources (related to getting what I need without using money), but the last thing I feel comfortable doing is making a request to be touched.
I confess, this year, my mother cancelled Thanksgiving and she's on her way to canceling Kwanzaa/the gift exchange. She's doing this part because of all the significant deaths we experienced this year. I'm surprising myself by being okay with it. No -actually, I'm in FAVOR of it.
I confess that it has occurred to me that some of my bleh-ness and exhaustion, and general lack of patience or understanding may have something to do with my grieving experience associated with the above (not the holiday, the people.) This is interesting to me because I really don't know what grieving is supposed to look like. Obviously, I should read a book on it.
I confess I'm very much enjoying pinterest: http://pinterest.com/phobean/
Also, as I may have mentioned before, I'm in love with my new blog: www.wholeheartlocal.com. Finally, I have one place to store all my stuff, including my eye-view of this world, my life!