In late November and early December I started making plans
– thinking about the things I would do after the holidays and in the upcoming
year. Switch my blog from a blogspot to something more like a “real” website,
finish the steps to actually launch my Celebrancy business, apply to the
numerous freelance jobs I keep finding, and so on and so forth. I couldn’t
start any of these endeavors immediately because I knew I would be abandoning
my computer while in Utah to visit family. As such, it was convenient to
imagine a post-holiday Liz who would be well rested and motivated.
I have an amazing imagination.
Since getting back home, I have wanted to write and simultaneously
not wanted to write. I haven’t had anything good to say because I have been so exhausted
that everything, the good and funny stuff included, has been experienced
through a sour disposition. Even the best coffee tastes like crap if you’re
sipping it into a mouth full of piss and vinegar. So I’ve kept my mouth shut.
I had expected to come back to real life, take a couple of
days to adjust, and then regale you with my stories of air travel with twin
toddlers. But we've all been sick, are still sick or getting sick again and just thinking about the plane rides makes me tired. I will tell
you this: there was a hasty diaper change that occurred while taxiing to the
runway involving a escaped poop pancake. I didn’t get caught & I covered
everything in hand sanitizer, so I consider it a win. That’s really all I have
to say about traveling. Maybe after more sleep I’ll write more. Maybe I’ll
never have anything further to say about it. Feel free to place your bets with
your favorite bookie.
Now I’m home and the year has ended. Goodbye 2014. Those
dreams and aspirations I had prior to vacation feel a lot like New Year’s
resolutions. I hate New Year’s resolutions, largely because they often result
in a bunch of people refusing to eat cake or drink on my birthday. Early
January birthdays can be a bitch that way. Even so, it’s time for a change.
I need to distill those previously mentioned goals into the
desires behind them. Strip them of their self-important resolution-ish-ness and
see what’s left.
~I want to write more often – not just blogs, but stories
and ceremonies too.
~I want to contribute to our income.
~I want to do more stuff that has nothing to do with my
offspring.
~I want to have more time with My Love.
These are terrific goals (see, I'm not calling them resolutions either)! Travelling with small babies is just hard. My own travels with babies are a blur of poop, vomit, and guilt (poop and vomit from the children, guilt from me). But this too shall pass, and it does feel like the year for more writing. I hope you're successful in that goal.
ReplyDeleteThis is a delightful way to start your year. You do have an amazing imagination, and I love your way with words. Kidlets thrive when their parents foster the love that brought them into the world in the first place. But most importantly, I will keep my eyes peeled for a poop pancaked next time I fly. And I'll be psyched if I see it.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful list!
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