Once at my old job, my friend Jeff told our beast of an ad sales manager that he was busier than a one-armed paper hanger. Unfortunately, that woman’s son had one arm. Woof.
But that’s how I’ve been feeling lately. I’m pressed for time on a lot of things and I’m tripping over my words a lot. But it happens. It’s OK. Times like these will happen. You deal with it. You move on.
For anybody who’s called me and I haven’t called you back yet (I think poor Jo in Miami may be worried that I’m dead on top of various family members who I haven’t gotten back to): I’m sorry for the perceived hosing. I’m truly not hosing you. Most of the time, I get home close to 8. By the time I unwind, have a little dinner, spend some time with the cats and Brandon, it’s almost 10, and well, Grandma’s ready to go to bed at that point.
It’s not that things have been bad, you know? It’s that I believe at different points in our lives, we’re tested. I was only really tested for the first time last year, just about 11 months ago. I could sink or swim. I picked swimming. Now, since then, I’ve been taking laps in this pool that’s just a touch too deep to stand in, but I figure that I’m just about at the end of it.
I was telling Paige the other night that I just want my life to get back to some semblance of normal. Some sense of waking up on a Saturday and enjoying the day off and not traveling to West Virginia or feeling guilty about NOT traveling to West Virginia. I’d like to go visit other friends. I’d like my friends to come visit me. Hell, I’d just like to have dinner downtown. 🙂
But I figured I needed to update because I’ve been quiet. I haven’t had a chance to catch up on many blogs, but I did scan through some last night. I have some of the most talented friends out there — Erin, Jim, T-Dubs. I’m lucky to be in such great company!
But until we meet again, which likely will be tonight … Rock out. Don’t forget to live.