PDS: “What’s this talk of your writing a book I hear? For what it’s worth, I think this is a great idea, and for some reason actually had the same thought for you in the last week or two.”
me: “yeah I’m mostly stuck between doing something like publishing the blog (with edits), or writing something new. And the stuck part has to do with time, and do I have anything new to say, and do I want this to be my real career 🙂 I’m doing the catering for a post-wedding brunch on Sunday for a new client and her family totalling 16 guests … and some days I can’t figure out what it is I do for a living. Job #1, catering, sober stuff :)”
and most of the time i’m fine with the diversity that is my life. but the idea of a book in here doesn’t seem feasible, at least not today. i’m not someone who can ‘get up an hour earlier’ cuz my sleep is the glue that holds me together most days. sleep. le sleep. and lots of it.
on a GOOD note, for those of you stalking my medical state, my drugs have stabilized and i’m finally on day 2 of being completely symptom-free. this is the first time i’ve felt 100% regularly normal for awhile. i’m back to running short distances daily (10-11 minutes). sleeping well. doing lots of food stuff. the grocery store that was closed for renovations is open again. and there are leaves on the trees. cannot complain. not one bit.
OH and i’m sober! rock on.