While I
was busy running around with an errand list as long as Tolstoy’s War and Peace, girlfriends have begun calling
me concerned I am home dying of some fatal disease because why else would I not
have joined them for coffee!? TopMommyBlogs.com went so far as to send me an
email implying I can no longer call myself a blogger with a recent activity of “None”.
It happened when my kids were born, it is happening again: I have fallen off
radar. This would be a good time to rob a bank and head to the islands.
Here is
the thing…when I wasn’t running around with my To-Do list, I was actually relaxing. Sitting on my porch knitting
toys for my daughter, trail-riding on Daisy Girl, leaf-blowing my yard… all of
these activities require quiet time to accomplish them. All of them mean I must
turn off the ringer on my phone and be in the moment. I wish I could say that I
found balance in an otherwise full schedule, but at least I gave it a shot. And
although a satellite could not find me these past sixty days, my children
could.
For
those of you still hoping to hear back from me… please know that I do not wish
you ill will. Both my mother and
mother-in-law have - in differing degrees of niceness - told me that they are
fed up with waiting to hear from me. The tone of their voices suggested that I
must be intentionally ignoring them, or trying to hurt their feelings. This is not
the case, of course. I have just been detained by my overscheduled life and Keeping
In Touch took the brunt of the hit.
Here’s the
other thing… I feel guilty already. So
guilty that Overscheduled has invited her friend Anxiety over to play. When
your Gastroenterologist prescribes you Xanax, it is time to give up the guilt game
and rob a bank and head to the islands. Or… schedule more quiet time.
My yoga
DVDs are back out in full view, my blogging fingers are taking some time off to
work on my next highly anticipated Big Book Project, and my dogs are thrilled
with all of the long autumn walks we are going on. Xanax does not fit into my
equation, so my phone will be turned off.
As fall rolls
into town and trees burn with red and orange leaves, I wish you all peace. Take
time to find your island.