I think we talked about this before, right? How some of us get huge waves of energy and creativity, and you have to learn to ride it because count on it, sister, it is gonna recede?
It's exhausting to be all rolled up in one. But I'm getting so much done. I only have five months. After which point I am either in school or it's The Nothing. You know, that roiling cloud in the Neverending Story that eats everything. So one or the other but it's a deadline, either way. I think, what, two books and a finished house? Ducks in a row. Freezer full of enchiladas. A place for everything. Everything in its place.
I have to get a piano. Next week. A good old one with a voice of its own.
Would I be more productive if I didn't have children? Maybe not. There would be no urgency. Nothing kicking me in the back, literally and figuratively. This morning I woke up to Daphne's tiny fingers on my neck, her babyish face whispering a reassurance directly into my mouth: "Mama, I will never leave you again."
Yeah. I don't know either. But okay, sweetie. See that you don't.