It was around 1 PM yesterday when my eyes glazed off of my computer screen. I finally found a few hours of stillness to complete tasks with ease. This has been difficult for me the last few weeks. I have been in this contradiction of ample time, work, and finding myself distracted by myself. The rhythm of life lately brings with it a bit of confusion for my mind. And so, after the glaze, a shut of the computer, and a call, I went home and organized. I painted the kids’ desk. I pulled down the balloons and deflated them. Cleaning up. Beginning again. In so many ways.
I am adjusting to this new reality, a slower pace-though not slow at all. After working on a book for more than two years, my body doesn’t quite know that before it was overworked. It doesn’t quite know this post-tour, kid, work, slower set-pace life. It does not yet know that this new pace is perfectly normal. The realization and subsequent ongoing adjustment has been interesting. It has brought up a lot. It has been necessary. I’m looking forward to talking about it with you next week.
Have you ever felt similarly?
+ Tracee Ellis’ Pattern for all patterns of hair has me crushing. A long journey of a baby with all curls, coils, and textures.
+ Something yellow in progress for them.
+ Something yellow, for me.
+ A fall song. A daughter’s song. A worthy poem.
+ Time (via Erin)
+ Compost points next week. And made pretty for my counter–which doesn’t suck.
+ Not over the Arch..
+ Personal Blogs, where are they now? (how do you feel about this?!)
