I get these moods sometimes...not bad moods, not necessarily good moods--but more of a happy melancholy, a weird mixup of things that shouldn't work together but they do. I call them "writing moods," and when I was younger (a lot younger) I used them to write poetry. Some of it was actually pretty good. I placed in collegiate contests and was published in collegiate papers, and even sold one to a magazine once. (I actually sold two of my poems...only one was published and that happened about 10 years after I sold it to them--I'd married and changed my name. Still, if you go to http://www.lds.org/, and search for "Dianne K. Reese," you'll get my poem).
Since I'm not feeling the poetry thing, I guess I'll blog.
Things on my mind--I'm ready to make some personal changes--usual things like diet and exercise, but my motivation feels truer, and I feel like I'm going to follow through better. I like myself better when I get some exercise and when I eat better. And, since I'm not getting any younger, and I would really like another 40 years (at least!) of good life, I'm going to make those changes. And the surprising thing is that I want to make them. For the first time in a long time I was able to lead all of the music in church without having my upper arms get achy by the 4th verse of a hymn. I know that sounds pathetic, but it's a pretty big accomplishment. I've also been thinking about my "40 things to do before I'm 40" list. I've just been rattling around some thigns in my head. I'm open to suggestions---anyone? Just leave me a comment. I'm sure I'll be inspired.
Yesterday I was really efficient AND effective (one of my personal goals is to alway be both if I can...). I did the dishes, wiped counters, tried my hand at making yogurt (not successful the first time but still good in smoothies), cleaned the fish tank, fed kids, made samples, did laundry, planted seeds in one of those windowsill greenhouses (the radishes sprouted today!!!), achieved a new medal on facebook Bejeweled Blitz, finished a library book, started another, picked up in the living room, drove to Salem to drop off my samples, and so on....it felt pretty powerful to take care of my family. And when I remembered that, I didn't feel like such a martyr that so much was left for me to take care of. After all, it's my job. I'm the Mom. Mom's take care of things. I love being a Mom. I really do. I remind myself of that when I get grumbly that I seem to be the ONLY person taking care of things. Someday my babies will leave me and then I'll still have to take care of things without the benefit of nighttime snuggles and daytime hugs. Then I'll REALLY be grumbly! (l0l) Better to concentrate on feeling powerful that I can take care of them so well.
Anyway, it's getting time for bed. I'm getting rambly. I just wanted to take advantage of my writing mood and write something. Let me know if you have any suggestions for my 40/40 List. I'd love to read them!