Scattered

I just bought a house. On my own. For the first time ever. I know that I have been trying to limit the personal experiences in this blog (I do hate whiny blog entries, and some of my older ones do qualify), but this is pretty huge. So I'm buying a house and moving soon and getting on track. It's all sunny and good in my life, right?

And yet I am so scattered. My head is so fragmented with personal life issues that the immensity of the move is somewhat diminished by it all. Throw in the end of the school year, worries about sumer work, the running of a summer writers institute, a frenetic softball season that won't seem to end, and all of the other flotsam and jetsam of daily living (yeah, I still need to pay my bills), and what I have on my hands is a good old fashioned maelstrom. I mean, come on, when am I supposed to find time to write? When can I outline the next collection of stories? When can I sort out what I'm really feeling now?

It's all so hard (cue the whining). I hate it when it gets this way...I get rooted in bad habits and things I know I shouldn't do. Weird.

The brightest light I have is the idea that I can write this summer. Probably never happen, but I can dream, right? And with the dream comes the unshakable idea that when I set the words in motion my life will come somewhat back in line. I know this is true because I've seen it happen in my own life before. So, as Bill Muray said, "At least I got that going for me..."

Big hitter the Lama.

Cheers to the new house and new beginnings!