I'm not going to lie: for the past five days, since I started this blog, I've been on a bit of a high.
I'm turning into that person I used to hate, or at least the "I want to hate you but I can't" kind of person, who's annoyingly happy. Granted, I'm not ALL the way there, but I do feel a difference, and it's given me hope, and the hope is feeds into joy, and that gives more happiness, which gives me hope, etc etc.
See? It's nauseating. Who wants to read that?
In any event, I thought the honeymoon phase would come to an end, and things would go back to normal.
Today, I would say, was a normal day. It wasn't bad, and I still enjoyed it: I got to sleep an extra hour, there was sunshine this morning, work was fine, I taught at the gym (a class I'd never taught before!), I stocked up on fruits and vegetables at the grocery store. The fact that all of these things exist as part of my life makes me grateful.
But I didn't have "the moment," you know?
Until 30 minutes ago. And it's something I want to record only because it's a follow up to this post.
I had mentioned that there was a writer's group in Providence that I'd wanted to join, but it wasn't accepting members.
Well, tonight I got an email saying the group voted yesterday, and they can accept another member. I'm in!
I know this means more work; more writing and more deadlines and more critiquing of my work, which may not feel so great...but it's what I need. I've been talking about pursuing writing without pushing myself to do it, so I think this will be a good thing.
(When I post a couple of months from now about how I'm abandoning writing to join the circus, please feel free to send me some encouragement.)
But, for now, I will keep on.