“A creative life is an amplified life. It’s a bigger life, a happier life, an expanded life, and a hell of a lot more interesting life.”
– Elizabeth Gibert, Big Magic
I’m wearing glasses today. And not just to look smart. I’m wearing them because my right eye has “an abrasion.” Meaning that it hurts. And when there’s a hard contact on top of it,well, then it really hurts. So now I have a “contact band-aid” in that eye (remember the old pirate patches we wore back in the day?) This patch is invisible. It looks like a contact. I can’t even feel it. I have eye drops and more expensive eye drops. I will visit the doc again later today. And hope that the “abrasion” has healed. In the meantime, try to stay off the roads. I’m not a fan of driving with glasses.
It feels like just yesterday that we were splashing around in the pool, looking for relief from the heat. And then this morning, the calendar tells me that it’s Fall. Or Autumn, the, is it more formal seasonal term? Or is it more prestigious? Either way I love fall. The trees change into an array of colors, the temperatures cool down, things seem to be falling into place for a long winter of hibernating.
Fall also feels like a new beginning. School is in full swing. Work is busier than ever. And I’m taking an online course that is challenging and frustrating but very interesting. It all leaves little time for writing and reading and relaxing.
But that’s exactly why I’m here. I’m aiming to do 90 posts in 90 days again, and when better to kick that off, but the first day of Fall. So here goes. Day 1 is done. Enjoy!
I made it back to the pool for laps this morning. I haven’t swam since the triathlon in August and I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s the hassle of getting wet, of jumping into a cold pool, of smelling like chlorine. Maybe it’s because swimming laps is Hard. But once I’m in the water I’m in a happy place. There’s no music underwater, nobody talking, no cars passing. It’s just me and if I’m lucky just a couple other brave souls swimming back and forth. The pool was crowded this morning, but I didn’t mind. Since it was my first time back I prefer other bodies nearby in case I go under. Which is ridiculous, because I can touch the bottom, but still, there’s always that thought. I didn’t do the full workout I wanted to do, but I feel I did enough for my first time back. I hope to get back there in the next couple of days to get through another training session. It’s triathlon season, folks, here goes!
I spent the weekend under the weather. It all came on Thursday night, Friday I slept through my to-do list while the dog stared at me. Friday night I no-showed to my writing group and a reading that I had on my calendar for 6 months. Saturday I tried to run errands, but ended up back in the car and back on the couch. Eventually I made it to daughter’s soccer, where I sat and spent the rest of the day alternately between cleaning and resting. Saturday night I finally ate something and immediately regretted it. At that point I had a duathlon starting the next morning in less than 12 hours. I was torn. What if I felt better when I woke up? What if I didn’t wake up in time? What if I still felt like crap? I decided to defer my entry to the race. Which was a good decision because even Sunday I didn’t want to eat, or move. Yet I made it to a coffee shop and a playground with daughter. By Sunday night I was moving a little faster and even stayed up late enough to watch the finale of Mad Men. And then I found this sweet note from little girl. I’m not sure when she wrote it, but it was clearly in response to my pleas of , “Mommy doesn’t feel good, please be patient.” My heart broke. And then burst.