Started a post today, but didn’t finish it.
I’m busy. Paul has extra work and a trip looming. The girls still go to different schools and I still neducate Christopher…sort of.
I’ve exercised a so much today and I’m so tired, but I have raised my standards, so I need to go spruce the house before passing out.
Also, I’m working on a stand up bit for the writer’s conference, my writer’s group sponsors. I don’t feel the angst of last year, my first time doing it, probably because I didn’t schedule another speaking gig on an entirely different subject the week before, like I did last year. I don’t feel stressed, but I need to knuckle down so that what I have to say is tight and entertaining. It is so fulfilling making people laugh. Last year I was completely strung out under the stress of “doing stand up” since I am not a comedian. Now I know that my task is to just tell funny writing stories. That I can do, whatever you call it.
Today was a really good. I accomplished a lot and not very much depending on what categories you you might be counting. And if you had a bird’s eye view of me, depending on when you were looking you might have thought I was wonder woman or the laziest lady in the world.
I was in the cross hairs of grace and works and let me tell you it’s a wondrous place to be.
I want to live there.