Monday, May 27, 2013

Stretched

Hello friends!  The weekend is drawing to a close, and the work week looms ahead. I finally have some time to sit down! (I say sit but my laptop is perched on the kitchen island, and I'm standing.)  The beauty of the laptop...I can write anywhere.  I have some free time, I'm in the kitchen so why not stand and write?  I'm too full of energy to settle down anyway. Even when there are several perfectly good, comfortable chairs in plain sight.


I spent some of the evening finishing last week's enormous mountain of laundry, and in between loads took some time to catch up on my favorite blogs. The blogs I follow are diverse and creative.  Inspirational. The posts I perused tonight did not disappoint. Now as night approaches and my fingers play upon the keyboard, my spinning mind is beginning to relax.  I've been going a mile a minute the last week and it feels good to unwind in a little fun writing.  It's Memorial Day, a day I usually spend in the sun relaxing on a lounge chair at the lake with a good book.  This year was different.  It just didn't happen. Many contributing factors as to why, but I'll save that for another post.  Mainly, for today at least, I was at the mercy of Mother Nature and she had other plans.



There is always next weekend, right?  

Lately, I've felt as if I'm stretched a bit too thin. This is mainly by my own choice, but it has been taxing nonetheless. Work, training, kids, writing....it seems busier every week.

I have been called upon to write several posts and articles the last few weeks, which has been fantastic! It has been an extremely productive and rewarding month of May. It seems I am on a bit of a roll, which is bringing no complaints from me.  I am happiest when I'm busy and in motion.

Additionally, I'm working on a piece which I am literally pouring my heart and soul into. Writing this piece has been spiritual, in that I am writing about something near and dear to me...Me. A subject I know intimately well, yet is morphing over time. This process has been therapeutic, however as I look my skeletons in the face it has also been a little daunting, and at times draining. Yet I am compelled to continue.  I can't explain it, (at the risk of sounding cliche')  but it is what it is.  Writing this particular piece is what I feel I am called to do.  I am right where I need to be at this present time.

I'm going to share a little secret with you.  I have not always been such a good girl, as I now appear.  There are more than a few skeletons. Cliffhanger....

I am writing with the intent to share one day, yet I'm writing it mainly for me. As for the what, when, how and why? That answer will come in time.  I'm being patient and gentle with myself for the first time in many years. The timing is just right. Words are coming, that's all I know.


I hope you had a wonderful holiday weekend. The serious nature of this Memorial Day holiday is not lost on me. I spent some silent meditation time this morning reflecting on my many blessings, and in gratitude for the sacrifices many have made for my freedom.

Freedom...specifically my freedom to speak my mind, leaves me eternally grateful.  Stay tuned...


6 comments:

  1. `...A subject I know intimately well, yet is morphing over time...'

    It's the `morphing' side of writing I find most interesting Michelle. It takes us places.

    How boring it would be if we knew the end when only @ the beginning!
    Cheers, ic

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  2. Michelle, it's those skeletons in our closets that give each of us dimension. Looking forward to seeing what you've written; writing about oneself is not an easy task!

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  3. Excited to hear more! Glad you had a nice holiday too!

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  4. OOh, I love skeletons - it's what makes us each so colorful and formed who we have become. Sharing personal details about our lives and thoughts is always very draining, but also quite therapeutic. Hoping this weekend's weather is better for you!

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  5. we all have them, its what makes us so unique. :)

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