I am coming up on that point of the summer, where I slow down long enough to realize that it's coming to an end, and I have done nothing. Sure I've been busy. Busy transporting kids here and there. Busy running to doctor, dentist and orthodontist appointments. Busy cleaning up after children. Busy fixing food for everyone. Busy keeping my mind off of the fact that I have not had any vacation. But I am trying not to go there this year. I have made a serious effort to schedule dates with friends on the calendar just as I would those doctor visits.
But even so, no matter how hard I work towards not hitting rock bottom, it is just that, work. While I have been told before that my problem is having too much time to think, I don't think that is a bad thing. No one can ever accuse me of not being in touch with my feelings, or being in denial of reality. And if I am not thinking about my feelings then I am writing about my feelings. And if I am not writing about my feelings, then I am thinking about writing about my feelings.
One of the things I am most grateful for are the people who put up with my constant ramble about life. How I view it, drawing analogies to things, analyzing the past and speculating on the future. Of course this is best received after a relaxing lunch date while hanging out in the pool on an 80 degree day with a couple of bottles of wine and a bag of lime Tostitos. After some time, it is amazing how philosophical these talks can become and how much fun you can have floating your wine glass in the pool. At that point, all that ramble becomes just a little whine between friends!
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