moments

There is a tennis ball in my throat, not an actual ball covered in felt, but a ball of mucus that is refusing to move. P's upper lip is covered in a drip from his noes. His teeth are hurting and he is in constant need of cuddling. There is a Boolie who has perfected the art of guilt, who enjoys looking up at me with her big brown eyes and sighing with such a taste of disappointment. In a drawer there are 2 cameras, containing over 300 pictures from the A & N extravaganza and our trip to Ottawa. We have yet a moment to upload them, to begin editing or to enjoy them. A tumbleweed of Jenna hair has just blown by me. Emails unread and unanswered and beaconing me. The gardens need to be cleaned for winter, the basement sorted out and I think there may be a small Peruvian family living in my laundry pile.

I am in a constant tug-a-war with myself & my creative needs. I wish I could be exploiting them, getting sick and bored with everything that I am creating. My personal goal in the next 4 weeks is to get this home back and functioning again. When your life becomes so busy that regular life feels forever away you know it is time to step back. To reevaluate. I do not doubt that I can get back to feeling on top I just need life to slow down for a minute and give me a chance to catch up.

There is a tennis ball in my throat, not an actual ball covered in felt, but a ball of mucus that is refusing to move. P's upper is covered in a constant drip from his noes. His teeth are hurting and he is in constant need of cuddling. There is a Boolie who has perfected the art of guilt, who enjoys looking up at me with her big brown eyes and sighing with such a taste of disappointment. Sounds like an excellent day for sitting in the sun.