Pinwheeling and Unhelpful
Wherein Our
Heroine Gets Up.
Wow. Topics have come thick and fast
over the last few weeks, and looking back it seems that daily postings have
sprung with a gentle facility for a while
now.
Not today. This nothing
that you're reading comes after sitting and staring, searching and applying for
two positions (can anyone put in a good word for me at the American Red Cross or
Booz-Allen?), and sitting and staring some
more.
It is one of those weeks
where I feel as if today really
should
be Friday. Yes, it is Wednesday. The last two days have been long, however. I
am not the only one who feels this - last night, John asked, "Is it Tuesday or
Wednesday
today?"
"Tuesday."
"I
was hoping you would say it's
Thursday."
As it has a wont to
do, the long week will wend its way to a close, and the cycle will start again,
hopefully with different, better details. But this current static tension is
not a good thing. The sitting and staring is not working: it only produces
pinwheeling, unhelpful thoughts. I am going, as my mother likes to say, to
"move my body across the Earth." I am going to make bread, I am going to take
the dog out into the chill outdoor air and allow him to make me smile as he
races across the field in pursuit of his frisbee, to bring it back and start the
racing anew.
That
is a cycle I can appreciate.
Posted: Wednesday - November 10, 2004 at 08:42 AM
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