It is a busy, lazy day – my favorite kind. I know busy and lazy sound contrary, but they needn’t be. I have appointments and phone consults scheduled into the early evening, but everything is spaced with enough time separating activities that there is no hurry, no rush. I am able to feel productive, without feeling stressed.
Last night our big family dinner, joined by the girlfriend’s (of whom I am writing more and more) of my sons, felt comfortable and easy. Ten of us packed around my dining room table, with lots of wine (red and white), food, and (mostly) healthy desserts. The connections we are formulating are fun and potentially powerful.
I am leaving my home in a few minutes to take a walk with an old friend to discuss life, love and the written word. It is an hour of exercise and communication. The rest of the day has me in and out of appointments and chores.
I am wrestling with how to publish and promote the book I wrote after my parents’ deaths. An experience so transformative, that I feel the need to get the message out. Were it simple, many more would be doing it successfully. I know the journey is no less a part of the process than the production, so I work to reign in my annoyance and/or frustration, take a (very) deep breath, and consider, peacefully, what I want to add to this year’s book of life.