Well, this month has been nothing short of crazy: the slowest move ever, the hunt for a real job, the hunt for part time jobs which pay bills in the mean time, the loss of two dogs, the announcement of an engagement, the visitation of old friends and the discovery of what family is and who it is, and fully understanding what makes a person who they are.
The emotional toll of all of this is enough to leave one willing to find a quiet day and not do anything but breathe. That's not really an option when every time you turn around a friend is harping at you about a book you planned to self-publish over a year ago and just can't be bothered to finish. What can I say? I've been distracted. I have a few hours down, I just want to cook and find a way to go enjoy some free art, is that a crime? No. Well, then the book will just have to wait. Then it will wait for me to finish reading the criticism of Chaucer's work too. Then it will wait for me to spend a few weeks finding a new favorite coffee house. And... now I'm just procrastinating. It's what writers and want to be writers do best.
Ultimately, what I've taken from this month, aside from the fact that I seem to be much more lethargic than I previously thought, is that family is what it is, but that you get to decide how you want to respond to family and what boundaries you want to place on them. It's an important lesson. One I hope to master soon.
