What's To Come

I'm sitting here in the office on this Monday morning. Today marks the half-way point for us here in the Ancient City. Half-way to the weekend, that is. Right now smoke lingers in the air as a few moments ago I pumped a little too much kerosene into my heater. I thought for sure that thing was going to explode. Instead of doing anything about it, I simply hovered behind my Mac, listened to Joe Purdy and pretended all was well with the world.

Avoidance is the best solution really.
...Until you're smoked out of your office.

The sun is brilliantly shining outside these windows now. The temps are warming up just a bit and spring is just around the corner. I can feel it. My mind wonders easily to flip-flops, baseball, birthdays, and laying in the sun.

While winter seems to me a time of comfort and reflection; spring often yields inspiration and energy. I like both for different reasons. But I'll be honest with you now...I'm ready for spring.

Even though I'm daily being taught what it means to live in this present moment, I'm still finding myself anxious for the new things to come. I guess that comes with the territory of inspiration. It stirs up all these ideas and possibilities within you.

Inspiration=good for the creative process...not so good for the work.

Let's face it, People, being a grown-up really isn't all that it's cracked up to be.

Laughter

The weekend has come to an end and now it's back to work here in the Ancient City. I've been busy today preparing to teach my staff some new information tomorrow after our weekly meeting, as well as reading project reports from the past 3 months. Sounds exciting, doesn't it?

Well, it's not really.

Except for moments when you're reading someone's poorly translated English and you come across a sentence like this...

"At the continuing of this project will be assess and guide. End of this report after shitting and planting trees would be written by people and the moot report would be written by personal."

WHAT???

I'm guessing you can imagine which part made me laugh out loud. And laughter is a very good thing, especially when you can't understand anything else the person is trying to say!

Excuse my language for the moment...but I've heard the term used of someone 'shitting bullets'. I think 'shitting trees' brings this to a whole new level.

Hmmm. Deep thoughts for the day.

I'd Like to Try This Again...

Hello, Blog.
It's been awhile.

Some of you may have been wondering where I've been and when/if I was ever going to post again. Rest assured that the threatening (err...caring?) emails questioning my existence and current status have not fallen on deaf ears.

I.am.alive. (And settling back into life here in the AC.)

To be honest, I've tried writing on this thing (and in email form) on numerous occasions. I'd type a line or two and on a really good day, I'd even get so far as a few paragraphs.

But then I'd hit delete.
And delete.
And delete.
Until there was nothing left of said blog post or email.

My silence has come in part, because there's a lot that's been going on that I'm not allowed to communicate. And in part, because I've been struggling. Struggling with that deep down-meaning of life-is this worth it-what is this all about-what will be thrown at me tomorrow--kind of stuff.

Now, I don't know about you, but I personally don't like to struggle. I like to be the happy-carefree-dance like no one is watching (or is watching, and everyone thinks you're a superstar)-Strawberry Blonde.

If I'm being honest, I haven't felt much like her lately.
And not that I have to. But I want to.

I want to laugh...and smile...and be joyous...and less burdened.

2008 and I kind of got off on the wrong foot and lately I've been thinking about asking for a do over. Did you ever get those as a kid? Like, for example (and I'm just throwing out a hypothetical--not that this was me or anyone I know), but you're in your backyard having a mock cheerleading competition when suddenly, you forget the clap or turn that comes in the middle of your big breakthrough finale. You freak for a moment inside your mind, and then, upon collecting yourself, you ask for a "Do Over."

That's what I'm talking about. (You probably have no idea.)

So maybe 2008 didn't get the memo about this being the "Year of HOPE?"
(Or maybe it did, and this is all just a really big test to see if I meant it or not?)

Either way, I'm hanging on. Taking each day as it comes.
Who knows?
Today could be the day when my 'do over' actually begins.

And they all said...'Let it be so.'

Final Countdown...

It's Friday night. In less than 36 hours I will be saying goodbye to life here in 'Bacon Land.'

So what am I doing with my remaining hours, you ask?

If you said packing?...You'd be incorrect.
If you said finishing last minute 'To Do's'?...You'd also be incorrect.

But if you said sitting in front of the fire watching one last episode of "What Not To Wear"...You'd be right on.

Carpe diem.

That's my motto.

(Which is also why I went sledding with my cousins earlier today instead of packing as well. Some might say I'm in denial. I'd like to think that I'm just prolonging the inevitable.)