My Poor Blog--Seven Woes :)

For one my nails are too long. Typing is becoming a chore. Cut the nails; type easier; get back to blogging regularly. Not the most serious of the seven, but there it is. Probably the most easily remedied. I can read this, change it, and feel a sense of progress! :)

For two, I'm learning to fit in a 30 minute workout every other day, that is really almost an hour by the time I dress, get there, work out, and get home and showered and ready for whatever's next on the neverending list. But I have to say that I am feeling so good as a result. I have yet to see the weight start to come off, but I have reduced by 7.5 inches in the last 9 weeks. For seven of those, all I was doing was walking regularly, and then the last two, and this week, I've been working out at Curves. I absolutely love the workout and the people and should have done this long, long ago. So this is an "intrusion" that is likely to be around for awhile. I signed up for three months, but I doubt I'll want to stop then.

For three, I am being so creatively pulled right now. It's like I have almost no control. The urge hits and sucks me in and before I know it a couple hours have gone. Which is good. It really is. It's not just characters, and scenes, and conflict that swirl around in my head and land on the page, but letters to family and friends as well. Not e-mail. Letters. Stick-a-stamp-on-it-put-it-in-the-box-and-hope-no-one-thinks-it-contains-a-check-and-steals-it letters. Who would have thought we'd see the day when we needed locks on our mailboxes, for heaven's sake!

For four, I have a project I HAVE to finish that has been weighing on my shoulders for a long, long time now. My school room has become a storage room and I HATE it. I want to turn it into my personal space. I want the stacks of books and papers and crap gone. But the task is so overwhelming, so crushingly time consuming that half the time when I go in there and look, I end up standing in the doorway and shaking my head in utter disbelief of the immensity of what is before me. I know I need to make a plan, and I know I need to work on it bit by bit daily until it's done. But it seems I get started and then life folds in on me, and things start unraveling faster than I'm knitting. It's almost like yo-yo dieting. The room looks good for awhile then whoosh! It's worse than when I started.

For five, the POOL is open and I have a ds who loves to be there and who needs the exercise. Whenever I see him springing off the diving board and swimming across the pool, instead of bouncing out of the chair and heading for something to eat, I feel like I'm doing him a huge favor being there. But of course that's one more thing to fit into the day. And with the Oklahoma wind like it's been, it's tough to get the paperwork organized I thought I might do while he was swimming, so as not to have the time completely idle. Ha.

For six, I have reconnected with a woman who used to be a neighbor. She's moved about 20 minutes from my house, but has made some tremendous changes in her life. As a result, she's stopped running with all her old friends who don't understand this new approach to her life and she's lonely. She desperately needs a connection, and right now, it looks like that connection is me. I don't want it to be just me, and I'm working on ways to make sure that it's not. But in the meantime, I feel an obligation toward her. One I hope someone would feel toward me, if I were in her shoes.

For seven, there's the continuing need to improve with the ASL. I watch my sons and realize I have been left in the dust, and part of that is because I don't devote the time I used to. I understand it now on the videotapes. I can usual pick up a good signer's conversation the first time through on video. But put me in a ring of deaf people, and my mind goes into hibernation. It is absolutely the most irritating thing I have ever experienced. But I must say that I did sign with a hard of hearing young man at the pool yesterday without much trouble. He had a knack for making a relaxed atmosphere, so I know it's all in my tension and anxiety. Mind mud, my hubby calls it. I have to learn to relax.

Seven's enough.