So last night I finally finished writing my short theater piece, well the first draft, and turned it in. I must confess, this little nugget of opportunity came at a moment in my life where I really needed something to throw myself into. Yet there is always a certain degree of anxiety involved with this whole writing thing. Well, that’s an understatement. More like trepidation. This is the cycle for me – write a ton of crap, get pounded by waves of insecurity, write an inkling of something decent, delete all the crap I wrote before, write a lot of crap, and so on and so forth. And once it’s done, there’s that nasty fellow, Rejection, who typically rears his ugly head over and over again. You know, this could be why I’ve been breaking out in hives for the past week lol! I just figured this out right now, while writing this post – for days I’ve been complaining to my husband that I’ve been itchy all over, like driving me nuts itchy, literally from head to toe. All that stuff about the mind-body connection – that be for realzzzz. If only I had been born less sensitive, or better yet, insensitive. Life would have been much easier. But then I probably would have walked a very different path in life, very comfortably middle of the road, none of the high highs nor any of the low low’s. But I’d probably never have ended up here, nor would I have met all you crafty friends in the ether. I gotta hand it to folks in the theater business. They have to have the toughest skins and still be able to wear their hearts on their sleeves. Not an easy way to live. Nearly drove me bonkers when I was smack dab in it. Wearing the writer’s cap is a great way for this hermit to participate in a field I so dearly love, because my part in the whole shebang is pretty much solitary, and most of the anxiety comes once the play is up on its feet on a stage.
So I clicked the “send” button, took a couple of deep, loud breaths, had a lengthy session of fetch with Mabu, and called it a day. The more time I have with pooches, the more I realize what mad skills they’ve got. So dang attuned to their people – what a precious gift to us! They’ve been loving on me like nobody’s business the past week or so. Let me show you what our nights have been like. But let me preface, the crazy sponge-painted walls came with the house and I haven’t had a chance to paint over that. Next on my to-do list!
Those of you on my fb page have already seen this. Where do I sleep, you ask? In between, I say. But how is that possible? In truth, when I lifted myself up from the bed, these two slid a little into the space where my body had been. But really, I only get a few more inches than what you see here. Totally smushed. I complain a little because I end up with a sliver of sleeping space while hubbie’s movement is completely unrestricted. Just between you and me, though, a part of me loves getting to spoon furry angels on either side… once in awhile!
Before I sign off, I wanted to share my card that posted to Core’dinations yesterday. It’s gotten a lot of lovely compliments and shares on fb, which warms my crafty heart!
Really easy, actually. Pretty much dry papercrafting, except for a bit of distress ink.
It’s Friday, friends! I hope you are able to fill this weekend with lots of what you love. A huge THANK YOU to you – I can’t tell you how much I appreciate the comments here and elsewhere, the pins and tweets. I’m so lucky.