Life is all about balance. Take me, for example. Like, this morning, I set my Bible aside, made some coffee, and then picked up my Kindle (which contained my latest book purchase), then plopped myself in a chair and set out to read what might be…the trashiest beginning to a novel I’ve ever read.
Needless to say, I hit delete, set my Kindle aside, and took a shower.
The Bible. Soft-core porn. It’s all about balance, people.
Anyway, for those of you not completely offended and still reading (hey—just keeping it real here, folks), it’s been an interesting week. Here’s why:
First, besides me and my youngest daughter, my entire family is out of town. And my little girl has been at my parent’s house for a couple of days. So as the mother of four kids who’s used to a fair amount of chaos, it’s been quiet around here. Really quiet. Too quiet. Even weirder, today I did my first load of laundry all week.
I could actually get used to that part.
But I’m trying to remind myself that the quiet is good. The quiet is rejuvenating. The quiet is a gift. Because by this time next week, all hell will be breaking loose again and I just might find myself missing it.
Second, remember the car I talked about last week? The one that died while I was driving it? Well, it died permanently the other day. As in, kaput. Done. Will not work without a heart transplant and a blood transfusion and a couple lines of heroin, or something like that.
I owned that car for three months.
I now own a different car, because with four kids who have a lot going on, I kinda needed something that works. So we flew that black Volvo off to vehicle heaven Grease style and wound up with another white Honda. Not sure if this is considered balance or just dumb luck, but whatever.
Third, yesterday my dog ate the entire first manuscript that I ever wrote. Like, shredded the whole thing all over my bedroom. This was so disappointing, seeing that it was hand-written and hand-edited, and seeing that I was saving it to one day be auctioned off at Sotheby’s for one billion dollars a.k.a. J.K. Rowling’s style. So, so sad. I guess now I’m back to counting on the lottery. *drives to gas station to buy more tickets*
Fourth—and this has nothing to do with me—but what is up with Simon Cowell? Getting his best friend’s wife pregnant? Does this mean they have to cancel their joint vacation coming up next week, the one where he was gonna bring along the blind date they set him up with a couple months ago? Can they possibly kiss and make up, go back to being friends, let bygones be bygones and forget anything ever happened? My guess is no, but maybe I’m just a tad cynical.
Fifth, it’s August. This reality holds all kinds of meaning for me in that A. School starts soon, and that just stinks, and B. It’s getting closer to Fall, my favorite time of year, and C. I’m facing some Looming Right In My Face book deadlines. They’re coming up soon. Release date is getting nearer. And my preparedness is getting smaller. I’m not ready. I still have so much to do. I can’t breathe. I’m freaking out. I’m losing my mind. I need ice cream.
It’s all about balance, people.
Have a great weekend!