Really, why? I PROMISED myself I would keep these posts brief and yet each time I come to my blog I find myself going on and on. I don’t think I’ve written a short blog post, ever. Ah well. It’s my party and I’ll pontificate if I want to.
According to S., after yesterday’s blog, I do NOT do the following:
throw anything away, ever, including but not limited to the tags on my dry cleaning, the envelopes bills arrive in, makeup packaging, tissues and socks that will never find their mates. I do, however, throw food away much too quickly, because of an irrational fear of botulism.
put towels away after I showered, but rather throw them carelessly on the bed, causing disconcerting damp spots,
worry my own pretty little head about stains on the carpeting, decorating the house or generally cleaning up the trail of things I leave behind as I go about my day.
All of which is completely true.
Friends – I wanted to be able to continue these posts all week, I really did. It’s not that I’ve run out of ideas; on the contrary, the more I write, the more I realize how much more I have to share on this subject, and how very forward I am to other bloggers joining in this conversation. But other blog posts have been tugging at me, and my work hours are long and right now, grow longer. I am not feeling my best intellectually with all I have to give to my job, and I am not giving my best to these blog posts, which demand care and thoughtfullness in ways that memes and discussions about what color I should order my new winter coat in (me: camel, S. navy, my mom, black) – so I am sorry. I will continue to blog but the rest of the marriage posts are going to have to come later – I need some lighter far between now and October 1, when all of my grants are due and both my hours and my anxiety level return to something resembling normal. I’m sorry I made a promise I couldn’t keep – I honestly did not imagine thirteen researchers requesting my services for grants this week, but that is what has occurred, and I have to launch the hospital magazine and do media strategy meetings for the annual conferences and, well – I’m pooped. I think this space is going to wallow is shallowness for a while – I’ll return to this subject, or point you in the direction of other bloggers who take it up, in the future.
Now. Seriously. Camel, Navy, or black? Camel, navy, or black?