This is what did not happen this morning
Me to Daniel: “Did you see Alain de Botton’s piece in the New York Times today? About how we always marry the wrong person, and every marriage becomes a management issue, and we just bump along in post-romantic disappointment, and how pessimism is the best, and in fact the only realistic, approach to marriage? I thought it was brilliant. You have to read it.”
(long ominous silence)
Me to Daniel: “Is something wrong? Are you mad at me?”
But it almost happened. I find this amusing, and am exceedingly grateful to years of meditation for giving me a bit more of a pause button than I have had in the past.
I need to start writing again. I feel that I’ve forgotten how, especially in the professional context. My job is fantastic, also still terrifying. It requires me to be excellent every day, and that can take a lot out of a person. It also puts a lot into a person. And I’m not exactly sleeping through the night. I write lots and lots and lots of lovely and effective emails (always too long), but a blog post seems beyond me. So I’m here again to suggest that it’s not. Also, the novel-in-my-head is getting a little louder. I rewrote (in my head) a scene today. I think it’s pretty good. I might start another blog just to store the scenes. That’s a good idea. In any case, I need to start writing again, and I will… in the middle of all the other stuff.
Another Door 