Just five more days until I head to the Banff Centre for a two-week writing residency at the Leighton Artists’ Colony. How freakin’ great is that? To get in the mood, I’ve started a “regular” blog. Notice the tepid use of the word “regular.”
That’s because I don’t want to commit to writing “daily,” which would make the most sense. Over the years, I’ve learned to be more conscientious about my promises and commitments. It’s so hard, though, isn’t it? You want to do everything, be everything to everybody. Do, do, do. Buzz, buzz, buzz. That’s me! And then one day, you wake up, you’re 55, and you go, “But it’s too hard to
do everything all the time.” And, actually, “I can’t do it anymore.”
Or is it that I don’t want to do it anymore because I simply want more Me time…to relax and do whatever? That’s not what life is all about, though. I have commitments. I have a 16-year-old son, a
66-year-old husband and an 87-year-old mother to consider. They’re mine. Beautifully mine. I am blessed with owning my own house. I had a great job (until I got laid off 10 days ago) but still have lots to offer anyone who wants to hire me.
I have amazing friends and family. And I want to be with them all the time and give them anything and everything that makes their little hearts sing.
Am I insane? Slightly off the bubble? Or normal? And who the hell wants to be “normal?” Which also translates into “ordinary, average, common, and typical?”
I’ll go for “slightly off the bubble.” Why else would I be advertising my crazy thoughts to the world?
That’s because I don’t want to commit to writing “daily,” which would make the most sense. Over the years, I’ve learned to be more conscientious about my promises and commitments. It’s so hard, though, isn’t it? You want to do everything, be everything to everybody. Do, do, do. Buzz, buzz, buzz. That’s me! And then one day, you wake up, you’re 55, and you go, “But it’s too hard to
do everything all the time.” And, actually, “I can’t do it anymore.”
Or is it that I don’t want to do it anymore because I simply want more Me time…to relax and do whatever? That’s not what life is all about, though. I have commitments. I have a 16-year-old son, a
66-year-old husband and an 87-year-old mother to consider. They’re mine. Beautifully mine. I am blessed with owning my own house. I had a great job (until I got laid off 10 days ago) but still have lots to offer anyone who wants to hire me.
I have amazing friends and family. And I want to be with them all the time and give them anything and everything that makes their little hearts sing.
Am I insane? Slightly off the bubble? Or normal? And who the hell wants to be “normal?” Which also translates into “ordinary, average, common, and typical?”
I’ll go for “slightly off the bubble.” Why else would I be advertising my crazy thoughts to the world?