Not my lieteral reflection. It's a little too uninteresting for my taste. I like a little bit of the exotic. But reflection in the dictionary's "fixing of the thoughts on something" way. [I wanted to insert a pic of me looking reflective in a mirrored reflection. It was A) too silly and 2) Um, when did I get those sunspots?]
Last weekend I skipped my college reunion. Let's just say it was my 10 year reunion. Just say. Instead I went with some girlfriends to the coast.We relaxed and drank fancy drinks and talked and had an impromptu dance party and talked more. (BTW, happy birthday Jen).
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Arch Cape with the ladies |
We weren't there for any sort of retreat, but there were a few conversations that felt a little bit that way. We had a support group for floundering carreers. We had a kumbaya session on how we actually really like our husbands. I realize the cheeziness of it, but it was really nice. I left the weekend feeling really good about life and my place in the world.
As I was driving home I thought, no, reflected on this. I decided that I'm finally feeling inspired to actually write instead of talking about writing. So here it is. I have no idea who will read it, but it doesn't really matter. I have friends who support me, kids who love me and a solid rock of a husband who both loves and supports me. I'm going to write whenever I can.
Then I got home and walked in to flopping, boneless, tantrumish kids. I realized that taxes were due and I hadn't even started them. I was behind on paperwork for a couple of transactions for work. Ugh. What was I feeling just a moment ago? Inspired? Yeah, I'm having trouble locating that feeling again.
No, no, scratch that. The kids are fine, they just missed me. The taxes, after pulling my first all-nighter since the aforementioned college, are all done. The paperwork is fine thanks to my fabulous transaction coordinator. It's all good.
Let's DO this thing. I say this knowing that with so many projects I start out strong and energized and lose momentum a little too easily. I have some problems with follow-through. No, really I do.
So (for now) let's DO this thing!
Love!
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