A Lot of Living (and not much writing)

I can't believe my calendar.

Every day since school started, my calendar has had SOMETHING on it. At least one item, but more often two, three, or even FIVE.

I'm not a fan of this kind of busyness. And our family has A LOT LESS going on than most. How ever do people do it?

Needless to say, I feel like I've been doing a lot of living and not a lot of writing. It's OK - I know it's a phase of life and I don't regret or resent it at all. A lack of writing, for me, though, is representative of a lack of time to think and process...my writing tends to flow from my musing. I guess that writing is a bit of a healthy hobby for me: what golf or scrapbooking or tinkering with cars may provide for someone else, musing and writing provides for me.

So I guess I've just talked myself into leaving a little time for pondering, for "doodling" with my words, so to speak. Maybe in cutting short the "living", I'm really making time for the kind of living I need to do. The kind that keeps me fresh and contemplative and grateful.

Thanks. I feel much better now.

Things That Make Me Happy, vol. 2

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