First, thank you to all the ROWers who have commented on my last few check-ins. Even though I have not yet replied to them, I read them all; your kindness and support often brought tears to my eyes. There are so many wonderful people in this group.
Second, I have not been active on my main site or my Lapidary Prose blog for so long: my apologies. It may be a few weeks yet; I ask your patience as I slowly return to regularly scheduled blogging..
The situation with my mother-in-law is worse–she hit and spat upon someone in her assisted living unit, so they have had enough. I can’t blame them.
My younger son’s situation is improving; I’m proud of him that he picked himself up, dusted himself off, and applied to (and got accepted at) a 2-year college, where he will start taking classes this summer. He didn’t want to lose more school–and that takes some moxie. Furthermore, my older son applied to the same school and also got accepted, so he will be going to school after working for two years. I’m very proud of him, too.
There’s not much else to say, really. I spend my days saying no to new projects at the day job, and my evenings packing (woo-hoo). While time definitely goes by more quickly when one is, um, older, I think these last few weeks before a major life change zip by for everyone.
So to my goals:
Test Mile: After wallowing in the Slough of Despond (gotta love Pilgrim’s Progress) for so long, I took Gene Lempp’s advice and started daydreaming/writing about an adventure where I am the heroine. It has been slow going, but honestly I think it fits my temperament better to write positive things. It helped immensely to get the rotting leaves out of the well, and there’s more shoveling to do, but I do feel better. I’ve always responded well to the “act like it, until you feel it” form of therapy, so it should come as no surprise.
What I learned: I received a huge dose of kindness and support from so many of you; it helped so much that I just might have learned not to hide the next time I feel like a troglodyte.
I’m learning about my strengths instead of wallowing in my weaknesses.
I learned that maybe my kids are all right, despite their incomplete frontal lobes that lead them to make stupid choices occasionally, and despite their inheriting their mother’s stubbornness.
Finally, I learned that my muse can be coaxed out of her cave by pretty, shiny things–“look, a happy story, isn’t that nice, yes, come on, one more step. . .”
I’d like to thank everyone who has started following my blog in the last few days: kiwimedievalist, a fellow medievalist who is in the academic writing group with me; Jenny Keller Ford, a ROWer many of you know, and should check out if you don’t; and Rameshnanda, a blogger with interesting mash-ups. Welcome! I encourage all of my followers to look at these and the other folks who follow me–they are a very interesting group with a wide variety of blogs.
Please go encourage all the ROWers here.