|
Recent Entries
«Return to Main Blog Page
Wait, Email, Wait May 14, 2012
Sometimes I’m afraid to open my email program. Like this morning. I just got in from a great walk after a difficult start this morning – why would I want to risk feeling crummy again? Earlier, I’d woken up feeling sorry for myself. I complained in my thoughts about not having enough time to do what I want to do, having too much time and not enough clarity to do anything, knowing exactly what I want to do and having no clue how to do it – all of these thoughts at the same time. Some days are just like that. After a long walk alone with our dogs, Wally and Tasha, my mood finally shifted. Yesterday the temperature went from 70 degrees to 31 in a couple of hours and with that came big, squishy blobs of snow, hale and wind. So today, the Sangre de Cristo Mountains and the valley I walk through are covered with rapidly melting snow. Everything that grows is happy for the moisture. The grass under the snow is bright green, and the temperature is going up again quickly. When I started my walk, I wasn’t hopeful. After a mile or so, though, I said to myself what am I complaining about? I have two beautiful dogs, a man that I love, and who loves me and makes me laugh. I’m safe. We have a comfortable home and work to do. After I’d said all of this aloud, I realized my eyes were facing forward instead of down towards the ground. The mountains were staring me in the face. Glorious. Wild. Awesome in scale and power. How was it possible to see anything but wonder? But I had to go home. The dogs and I needed to be fed. I have a client this morning – a woman I work with on Mondays who’s writing a memoir. There’s this blog to write, the piano to practice, and, with any luck, some lyrics to clarify. I've had breakfast, so it's time to open my laptop and get to work. I know, though, that if I do email first, I won’t get a chance to write down my thoughts until later today if at all. It took will power to allow myself to write here first, open email second. There’s always an email that requires immediate attention. And once I tend to it, there’s going to be something else that has to happen as soon as that’s done. A couple of years ago I seriously considered giving up email. The truth is, I spend way too much time tending to it and most of what is supposedly business related does not result in income. If mine were a regular business with hours that needed to be defended in order to get a paycheck, most of what I do on-line would have to stop. On the other hand, how do you live in this world without it, especially out here in rural America? Who would take me seriously? So here I am. Writing. The thing I love to do more than most anything else. And I’m glad I asked my emails to wait. Love,
|
|
 |
| |  |
| |  |
| |  |
| |  |
| |  |
| |  |
| |  |
| |  |
| |  |
| |  |