Birch Bay, Washington, August 2012
I really wanted to have my new blog up and rolling by October.
But then life happened.
My husband went on a week-long business trip.
Then another week-long business trip.
I said "yes" to another grantwriting client.
I probably should have said "no."
The Jewish New Year came.
I thought a lot about my grandfather.
In my writing group, I wrote a list of things I remember about him.
I cried when I tried to read it.
Maybe I'll post it here someday.
I mean there - on my new blog.
Which will be coming soon.
Sometime in October, I swear!
For now, I'm cooking and running and running around and food shopping (because it suddenly seems that we never have any yogurt in our house) and grantwriting grantwriting grantwriting.
I'd kind of rather be writing writing writing.
But no one's paying me to write write write.
Life feels like it's sped up since Elan started kindergarten.
I'm waiting for it to slow down.
Even though I know that it's probably up to me to slow it down.
Since I'm most likely a big part of the reason it feels sped up right now.
I'm putting parentheses around my dreams, my hopes, my ambitions.
Like little whispers.
Does that mean they're coming closer?