Does it seem as though I’ve been a little absent lately?
Cause I have. Sigh.
My life has been a roller coaster of stress lately- I haven’t had time to go to the bathroom let alone blog, which is sad to me because writing is one the great passions of my life. Plus the notion of writing something down makes all the changes in my life very permanent and real, and I’ve struggled with that.
So here’s the deal: I am busy as all hell. At the end of August I am moving in with Fitz, yet this isn’t as easy as packing up and transporting boxes. When the ‘combining of the assets’ occurs, naturally there are things that don’t make the journey. So in addition to the ‘great move’ I am also responsible for what I like to call ‘the great purge’ (this meaning all of the crap I have to weed through and either toss or donate). It’s a lot to take on and I have waaaaay too many pairs of shoes.
Furthermore, my job has my mind occupied for a solid 22 hours out of the day. With the news that two of my employees are on their way out, I am busier then ever. I am also busy with my second job- that being the job of wedding planning. It is pretty intense right now- tracking down RSVPs, plotting a seating chart, writing up programs, deciding on vows, picking out a veil, ordering shoes, choosing rings, chatting with florists, etc. It’s neverending, but it is exciting to see it all coming together. I don’t want to just rush through these details because this is all once in a life time- I want to relish it all because it will be a part of my history.
EVEN MORE furthermore…(doesn’t make sense, I know. Just go with it) I have come to a personal realization that something is missing…in my life and in my career. I have always been a writer at heart. I was on the school newspaper, I have a journalism degree, I’ve kept journals my entire life (you’re reading an electronic version right now). But it’s as if all of a sudden I realized that I’ve submerged myself in a successful career that doesn’t allow me to flex my writing skills. And it’s starting to make me itch. No, not that way- there’s a cream for that. Itch in a way that I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up if I’m not satisfied at the end of the day. After some much careful thought and research, I’ve decided that I would really like to go back to school part-time. I found a great program for a Master of Fine Arts in Writing. It’s a program that can set me on the right track for what I truly long to do- which is to write books, screenplays, short stories, etc. It can put me on path that leads me in the direction I long to be in. It will be a slow journey but one that I’m greatly looking forward to.
So yeah…that is my life. I figure the best thing to do right now is get the heck out of dodge. I’ll be in New Orleans for the weekend. Oh, and I will be meditating on the words and lyrics of Bob Dylan:
May your hands always be busy
May your feet always be swift
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift
(Forever Young)
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