Right now I am in a rare and lovely moment. A place in the cycle that sometimes feels like the mythical light at the end of the tunnel. I have turned in a book, and I feel pretty good about it, and I’m mulling over new ideas, but I don’t have anything due. I’m not under contract. I’m also not traveling a lot. So I have the time to just LIVE.
Meanwhile, Lew has strep throat, and a man is arriving today to rip out our disintegrating kitchen counter, and we need to finish our taxes, and refinance our house. Fun stuff like that.
A friend said to me yesterday, “Oh, it’s too bad you don’t have time to relax and enjoy a little break, with all of that going on…”
But I just keep thinking, “Wow! How would I handle THESE things if I hadn’t already turned in my book? I’m so lucky.” Isn’t it interesting how things have a way of working out?
So today I’ll take Lew to get a new toothbrush, and make him soup, and clean out the kitchen cabinets for the contractor, and sort through the credit card receipts from last year. And enjoy it, as part of the pattern.
Because it won’t last long.