hump day nuggets: little bits of the season in photos and words about the last week
Ruby asleep and I figure I have 45 minutes to do something for myself and I want to write so I forgo hydration and food and I sit to write, forcibly shoving work stuff out of my brain.
There is a lot happening in my life at the moment and, while all stuff I am so appreciative of (amazingly spirited children, business growth, a relentlessly productive garden and other stuff. you know.) there are still days when I am just really tired.
When these wonderful things don’t energize me they exhaust me.
Ruby woke shortly after I sat to write. I fought it for about three minutes, tapping the keys, thinking, hoping she’d fall back to sleep but she was awake so I stopped, mid-thought, and walked down the hall to greet my cheerful babe. I was annoyed to have my minimal time cut short and felt badly about that. Then I opened the door and Ruby was there and I didn’t want to do anything but be with her. A few minutes later, it was time to get Margot from preschool, come home, pick up, make dinner, debrief with my assistant, shower and get ready for a date with my husband. All in 43 minutes.
We are home, my household is asleep and the date was good, really good. Getting out the effing door is an award-winning feat sometimes. We got dressed up and went to my old place of work, the museum, to a fundraiser. It was wonderful, with friends and wine and toasting to all kinds of successes and realness.
And now I sit and wonder what it is I was so twitterpated about earlier? I was so…so. Talking about feathers floating. Who am I? Forrest Gump? I mean I get what I was going for but that all feels silly now. It wasn’t silly then though and that is what I love about writing in this space. The nowness of it. The immediacy of clicking open a window and pounding out thoughts when I feel anywhichway. Sometimes it is published and sometimes it is memorialized as a draft.
Right now the cool fall air pours through our living room windows like eager coffee. I am still in my dress and lipstick, warm from wine and ready for bed but ready to be here. I am thankful for both of those options. I wish I felt like scanning in the photos Andy and I took in the photo booth tonight because I am excited to share their hilarity. I remember being bananas this afternoon with too much in my brain and yet right now, now. Now.
Happy _____day out there. Wishing you the sweetest dreams.
*Nugget it up and share. If you’d like, link to your nuggets in the comments.*
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If it helps? I get it.
I do not have children yet. But I still get it.
Everything is a cycle, baby. Moon, tides, season, everything. Who are we to think we can be one thing, all the time?