This week has been proving to be a trying one. But there’s been some glimmering specks of sunshine (or something) among all those shadows.
Things are lifting off at work, with some of my stories finding placements on both NPR and the BBC. I’ve never been fully in love with public relations, but when things like this happen, it makes you want to keep going. Keep researching, finding good stories and generating press releases. I’m actually excited by the gadgets I get to write about, the research being done at the university where I work. I did very little writing all in all at my last job, so this is all very refreshing. I feel on the cutting edge.
The second bit of good news came in the form of a publication acceptance from Pear Noir. Both my friend Kelly and I applied to the same literary journal, she receiving her acceptance before mine. I feared rejection considering her early response, but I got a reply the following day. I’ve never been in a journal with a friend, and I’ve never been in one that’s publishing a Pulitzer Prize winner at the same time. Again, I’m feeling accomplished.
Last night we had an inadvertent painting party at the house with a few friends. It was creative and nice. I want to do things that are creative and nice (and good for my soul) more often.
In the background of all this creative goodness has been other things to deal with, life-sort-of-things, and I haven’t felt like I’ve had a minute to myself in days. I’ve been finding time to run after work, which helps, and I’m going to yoga this evening. It’s the full moon tonight; no doubt we will do a set of moon salutes. I haven’t been to yoga in weeks because I haven’t been able to afford it. I made it a priority item this week. But I guess I just haven’t had any quiet time with myself. No completely still time. There is always noise or movement. For just an hour, I want neither (and I want to be awake).
So, food hasn’t been on the agenda given everything else. I made a terrible batch of chili on Sunday. I had limited time to make it, so I just threw things in a pot. It was acidic and gross. So I’ve been surviving the week on canned chicken and vegetables from bags. Don’t judge.
Looking forward to slowing down, but when? The holidays are fast around the corner. I have projects on my plate. The only person who will make time for me, is me. So I better get to it already.