Little by little big things can get done
There's nothing quite like taking a walk, especially on a crisp, sunny morning when you're not in a hurry, and there are plenty of trees, shrubs and flowers nearby and hills to please the eye in the distance. That's what I did Saturday morning on the way to downtown Cotati to get a hair cut. Most days it's rush, rush, rush, feed the dogs, write a little bit, shower, water the pansies in the yard (how I love their colors!) and try to get a few other things done before work, where I sit in front of a computer for hours, editing articles and managing a small editorial/writing staff.
After the hair cut, I bought "Chicken Soup for the Father's Soul" for my husband, Jim, for Father's Day, which we celebrated with two of our children today, like so many other families. We were thankful to be together in our home, everyone smiling and healthy. It's quite a contrast to last year when we were all in Kaiser Hospital, San Francisco, and Jim was recovering from his second surgery for colon cancer in 10 days; more followed as the months went on, one setback after another, some cancer-related, others having to do with other conditions that manifested. But the worst has passed, and nothing felt better than to be sitting in the living room today, no crisis, no pain, lots of love.
I wonder if there's a Chicken Soup book for people who are trying to do too much. There are so many variations on the theme, something along those lines is probably in the mix. A Chicken Soup book for people who stay up late whenthey have to get up early in the morning would fit my situation right now, too. That's what I'm doing at the moment, staying up too late. Jim's already sound asleep; our daughter's in bed, probably talking on her cell phone, but will be sleeping soon. Our little dogs are sprawled out on the floor, sound asleep at my feet; I can hardly keep my eyes open right now, but I don't want to go to bed, don't want to say farewell to June 15, 2008, yet. In less than an hour I won't have a choice; the day will be gone, never to return.
Did I make the most of the day? Did I live the best life possible? Probably not. I did write a little bit on the sequel to Reversible Skirt (which will be published by RockWay Press), and so far I've got about 50,000 words on the first draft. I don't think this second book will be more than about 80,000 words. It feels good to be moving along with that project, despite all the other things going on in my life. Little by little big things can get done.