Showing posts from January, 2013

Week From Hades

Last week was brutal. Everything that could have been thrown at me, was lobed my way. While my husband was away spending time with his parents, I had a call and letter from my oldest son's teacher, a slap on the wrist at work (really long story!), one kid home for 3 days straight, reinjured my shoulder, etc, etc, etc....And it really did go on to the point I was ready to snap and actually did so a couple of times. Then Saturday I saw a migraine aura while shopping in a local clothing store. That scare alone made everything else Water under the bridge. The best things that happened all week were: 1)  I got The Bookstore Lady edits done and back to my agent. 2)  I had some great laughs with my kids. 3)  I had some wine and great laughs with some friends. The bad stuff, I've decided, no longer matters. The people who tried so hard to make me look bad, they no longer matter. The determination to become a writer and get my work published. THAT'S what matters. My k

Scraping the bottom of the barrel...

The holidays over, Christmas packed away, this year the colds have set in. Yesterday, I coughed so hard I cried. Today, I have no voice. I'm living on a diet of water, ginger tea and soup. So is everyone else in my house. So what does this have to do with scraping the bottom of the barrel? It's all about energy. We all need energy in our lives. Energy to keep up with our kids, do our jobs and being creative. Now and then, forces in life conspire to drain that energy and leave us flat and listless. Without the energy to resist, we get sick. Funny how when we're at our lowest point, friends will appear to inject a little much needed humour. Recently, I put out an appeal to my facebook friends to tell me something positive. The bad news had overwhelmed me and I wanted to shut myself in a cave and cry. Within minutes, I had messages about the crime rate being down, school and karate starting Monday and people asking what was going on. Funny how just those few notes made