Tuesday
Nov152011
I Am Still In The Land Of The Living
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Okay, okay. The last entry of any length I posted here was twelve days ago. I don't think I have ever gone that long without writing a regular entry since I started here over eight years ago in August of 2003. It's been almost two weeks since I wrote about how I was freaking out, and then I fell into an internet semi-silence immediately afterwards. While I've been updating Five Star Friday and Phoneography with their usual regularity, I've kept mum about how I'm doing, which, if the emails, Facebook messages, and Twitter DMs I've been getting are any indication, has left some of you wondering if I am still even in the land of the living.
This is me exhibiting can-do spirit.
I am in the land of the living! It's just that this land of the living over here has been insanely busy with several design projects, my last few shoe store shifts, trying madly to wrangle the 2011 Canadian Weblog Awards into some kind of submission, writing for Aiming Low, working on a Hipstamatic-related side project, getting ready for my road trip through the southern United States at the beginning of December, and remembering to eat. I've lost five pounds over the last couple of weeks while I pushed pixels around and alternated between vats of coffee and doses of Rescue Remedy.
I wish I had more to report, but I'm happily swinging around the pushing pixels → coffee → writing → pushing pixels → Canadian Weblog Awards → coffee → sleeping → eating, for God's sake → pushing pixels loop. And I do mean happily. I'm quite enjoying myself in between bouts of self-doubt and righteous indignation that anyone could disagree with my choice of blue.
At any rate, thank you for your concern. I pulled myself up after that entry twelve days ago, picked the kitchen floor lint off my face, and gave myself permission to sleep when necessary, cry when I felt like it, and stop long enough to enjoy myself. Noses on grindstones don't last very long. Of course, mine's still on the grindstone, but less continually than before.
So, what about you? Are you still on the floor? Or are you in the process of dusting yourself off?
This is me exhibiting can-do spirit.
I am in the land of the living! It's just that this land of the living over here has been insanely busy with several design projects, my last few shoe store shifts, trying madly to wrangle the 2011 Canadian Weblog Awards into some kind of submission, writing for Aiming Low, working on a Hipstamatic-related side project, getting ready for my road trip through the southern United States at the beginning of December, and remembering to eat. I've lost five pounds over the last couple of weeks while I pushed pixels around and alternated between vats of coffee and doses of Rescue Remedy.
I wish I had more to report, but I'm happily swinging around the pushing pixels → coffee → writing → pushing pixels → Canadian Weblog Awards → coffee → sleeping → eating, for God's sake → pushing pixels loop. And I do mean happily. I'm quite enjoying myself in between bouts of self-doubt and righteous indignation that anyone could disagree with my choice of blue.
At any rate, thank you for your concern. I pulled myself up after that entry twelve days ago, picked the kitchen floor lint off my face, and gave myself permission to sleep when necessary, cry when I felt like it, and stop long enough to enjoy myself. Noses on grindstones don't last very long. Of course, mine's still on the grindstone, but less continually than before.
So, what about you? Are you still on the floor? Or are you in the process of dusting yourself off?
Reader Comments (21)
I'm on the floor - vanquished at the hands of NaNoWriMo which pulled the curtain back on some ugly insecurities and fears.
However, my ears perked at the notion of your Southern adventures. Any chance you'll be swinging through DC? I'd love to treat you to a coffee.
Dana, I actually have no idea where exactly I'll be, except that I do know I'll be travelling through Alabama at some point. I'm meeting up with a few other people, and we're playing it by ear, as far as I know. It's just the throw-all-my-cards-up-in-the-air kind of trip I need.
Good to hear! We just got back from a convention to find a pipe burst in our attic and flooded out half our house. I'm on the floor right now. Spending time on GiST (magical place, that) and making big plans for the weekend involving bread and vacuuming. Here's to dusting off soon.
Ah shit I forgot about nanowrimo... CRAP. Dealing with post partum depression/funk of the century, I really am holding onto present time and trying so hard not to get consumed by it. It's hard, between diaper changes/popping kid on boob/attaching kid to back/trying to shower.... plus cleaning up after four other people. I'm so tired and done.
On the floor but no longer face down or moaning incoherently *laugh*. Have an amazing trip!
That photo gave me a grin. May have to save it for the next time I look at an overwhelming to do list.
It makes me smile to read all this happy-busy-ness. And it makes me squeal with glee at the prospect/probability of Schmutzie posts from the Great American South! I can't wait!
Hmmm. I'm up off the floor. But it's still a bit foggy in here.
I'm glad you're doing better.
Ever dusting; often falling; mostly still smiling. Glad to hear you busy and well.
I'm dusting myself. And now, after reading this, I shall exhibit some of my own can-do Spirit. It's contagious ... thank you!
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Me? still on the floor. haha. I couldn't help but smile when I saw your photo. Nice one ;)
Yay! You're not a zombie! I can't wait to hear about your road trip. I was raised in Oklahoma. My parents were raised in Mississippi. We are bizarrely southern. It really is a "whole other country".
Have you ever been down here? you're gonna flip out.
So glad to hear you & others are off the floor, dusting off and moving forward. I am still on the floor with quite a layer of dust on me. I'm not giving up though!!
Glad you're well, friend. I'm OK, but a little beaten. ;)
you know, i'd never thought about the inevitable consequences of putting one's nose on a grindstone. It would indeed just be whittled down to nothing and THEN where would you be? A bleeding scents-less mess, is where. Which just goes to show that work-work-work makes no scents (sooorrry) and that a person needs to lie on the floor for a while, every now and then. Preferably with a cat curled in somewhere warm. Maybe fuzzy socks. Glad you've regained verticality, glad you're writing.
I am glad all is well with you! I have been busy and then my blog list *poof* disappeared so I had to remember my best beloveds and go on an epic search... So now I can add you back on again.
So glad you're busy and happy! I'm busy, busy too but somehow always find the time to eat (too much); it's grief that will have the opposite effect on me. (Happily) I don't have any of that in my life right now. :-)
I'm super tired. OH SO TIRED. But alive. OH SO ALIVE.
Love your can do spirit.
If you are in northern Alabama, please please get in touch! I know where the good BBQ is!
I'm on the South Carolina side of Savannah, GA. If you make it down this far, I can give some recommendations. :)