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But no jiggity-jig. As soon as I stepped through the door I wanted to step back out. I'm in a weird, restless mood. I enjoyed journeying. Envied the flight attendants. Traveling solo was particularly gratifying. I relaxed and opened all my senses and no one else's experience intruded on my own. I got myself in a spot of trouble, and got myself out. I kissed a cute poet boy (lest you thought I wasn't serious below. I'm usually serious, which puts me in an odd relation to most of my peers). I ate incredibly well. I paused. I wondered if an MFA is the right thing for me right now. The old life is suddenly over and I'm hovering over a blank canvas with a loaded brush--afraid I think, to make the first mark. I will have to get it all figured out very soon.
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Kelly posted a great quote in one of the comment boxes below. "Any idiot can face a crisis; it is this day-to-day living that wears you out." --Anton Checkhov. I could almost nod my head right off my shoulders.
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Oh, the Chekhov quote is great. Missed it further down, so glad you reposted it here. I may put the quote up on the wall of my cubicle at work. (Next to the sign I made that says "When the going gets tough, the tough go to lunch.")
Posted by: Lyle Daggett | March 29, 2007 10:02 PM
I liked the way you said it too, Ginger - about not having fortitude for the everyday. This has always been the case for me. I have managed to figure out some ways to help reduce the daily drag in my life, though. I got rid of nearly half my belongings about 18 months ago. I think many Americans could stand to do so. My life has been so much simpler since I did that. Or has felt simpler. I have empty shelves in closets. I wouldn't have been able to imagine that a few years back.
Posted by: Kelly in Nebraska | March 31, 2007 09:07 PM