After sniveling my way through a Young Adult volume by Patricia McKillip yesterday, I was able to come upstairs and whip out a poem for class tomorrow. No blank brain here. Progress indeed.
There are days when there is nothing at all reachable in my head. Having a day like yesterday is a minor triumph. I was able to draw, tho jerkily, and read, and write, make dinner, then march around Tarjay. A Balance.
When I was recovering from too much of everything, I thought I’d never find a balance in my life. There were times I saw the world sideways and had to retreat to my room. Sometimes I was too tired from work to do more than scribble in my journal. Other times there was family….and nothing else. Always there was the insanity of days so out of balance I didn’t know who I was. Days like yesterday that included calls from Lessa, long chats with Bee…who was falling apart on Monday, and all the other good things made me feel like both ends were talking to the middle.
Today is another day I get to go work with books at the ACS Discovery Shop. Perhaps another good book will leap out of the pile and tease my imagination into action.