Friday is celebration day thanks to VikLit's delicious blog. Every Friday we sit back and notice something that has happened that is worth celebrating. A nice cup of tea? A vacation? an accomplishment at home or work? Anything that makes you smile and count your blessings.
Today I am celebrating the fruits of yesterday's revelation. I had been feeling under a great deal of pressure for a number of reasons - my father's impending funeral in December, a book I'm finishing up, another book I'm getting closer to finishing, the fact that I really need to organize my house...
It all came to a head (almost literally) yesterday when I stood, left my desk at work, strode out the door and took a twenty-minute walk through the parking lot. People walk there a lot. It is beautiful, as I had noticed driving in there, but I had never done it. However, I needed to blow off some steam, it was ten minutes to eleven in the morning, and I needed to get out.
Crisp breezes were rattling the dry leaves on the trees. The sun was sparkling - it was splendid and beautiful, and I will jot the description in one or another of my notebooks. I was, however, striding along, gritting my teeth and thinking aloud.
...and it struck me, suddenly, that while there was a lot of stress at that moment, much of it was my own doing.
Dad's funeral would go off in December at Arlington Cemetery with the caisson and the flag and the band and the buglers, and I would actually enjoy it, as would Dad.
And the books I was working on were publicly scheduled to be produced in 2014.
There was no reason for me to be spinning around like my cat chasing her tail. I didn't have to finish them tomorrow. In fact, I didn't have to burn myself out at all.
...The wind caught a gulley full of dry, red leaves and whirled them toward me with the sound of a stampeding herd. I watched, transfixed. It was splendid.
So...my being stressed out was my own silly doing. I could set the projects down and work on my NaNoWriMo project, which promised to be fun And I could spend twenty minutes a day decluttering. (And maybe I should start with my mind?)
Twenty minutes later I was back at my desk, sipping a cup of hot coffee and smiling. I put away my two WIP manuscripts. I'll fiddle with them in December.
And last night I designed the (projected) cover for my NaNo effort (It's a fantasy/fable) It needs work, such as making it apparent that we are looking at a crocodile and not a rock, but this is OK for now: