Blessings, not entirely deserved, but humbly appreciated.
Some extra money, an unforeseen bonus in my husband's check.
An acceptance from a literary market I submitted to nearly three months ago.
An extra-long grace period before my student loans kick into repayment mode.
Now if I could only make my attitude. This knot in my stomach. This slothful way that I approach the day, indoors, at the computer or cleaning something sticky left behind in trails by my kids. This sort of non-existence, existence. Change.
Tomorrow?
We shower.
(Oh yes. I have big plans, ladies and gentlemen. Big plans.)
Some extra money, an unforeseen bonus in my husband's check.
An acceptance from a literary market I submitted to nearly three months ago.
An extra-long grace period before my student loans kick into repayment mode.
Now if I could only make my attitude. This knot in my stomach. This slothful way that I approach the day, indoors, at the computer or cleaning something sticky left behind in trails by my kids. This sort of non-existence, existence. Change.
Tomorrow?
We shower.
(Oh yes. I have big plans, ladies and gentlemen. Big plans.)
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2 Comments:
If you can't change the feeling, just change the behaviour. The feeling may well skitter after, crying "Me too! Me too!"
Good news, good news and good news. I echo Zhoen but also think we have these periods of seeming non-existence and that they serve a purpose - even if it is only to show us we don't "want to be a passenger" in our own lives, (as in Teri's recent quote).
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