One of the more interesting things about getting older is getting to know yourself. I, apparently, have never met myself, and wouldn’t know me from Adam’s off ox.
So… if you’ve been reading the blog (and if not, why not, dang it?), you know that life has gone from busy to bizZAY, from trying to keep myself occupied to trying to fit it all in… and I just had to offload one. And as soon as I did, I felt totally unstressed again. It’s not the one you think, most likely.
Corey says life is never boring around me, and seems to feel that is a good thing. So, for a quick recap of this non-boring life, over the last three months I’ve started two brand-new jobs, rented a place to live two hours away and then gave it back to them a month early, began talks with my current boss about starting a subsidiary or partnership, started my second novel, entered into an agreement to buy an office building with a shop, hiked through part of Big Bend National Park and this Wednesday, bought a van. The last three of course, with Corey. In a very real sense, actually, all of them were with Corey. None of this went undiscussed, I promise you.
I’ll also be available to sign “The Best of Critique Café” this Saturday at Fort Days in Fort Stockton, along with a number of the other writers included in the chapbook. One of my poems, “October Has Edges” is included in it, along with selections from all the other writers in the writing group that I also began attending again in September.
And, because there is a line where even good stress becomes too much, I had to stop SOMEthing. And something more than one of the jobs, which I actually did leave in September.
So, I’m pushing off the idea of starting a subsidiary or partnership well into next year. Lots of reasons, all making perfect sense. And the moment I talked to my boss about postponing that particular conversation with the lawyer, I felt as if a weight got lifted. I am back to unstressed, doop-de-do, dog-paddling around the pond again.
Why do I do it? Why do I load that one more thing on my plate until something has to give? Heck, I don’t know. If you figure it out, tell me please. But I will say…
Life is never boring.