Settling in
Tuesday, May 13th, 2014 01:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chanaleh
I thought I would have tons of time to write once I was here, and the answer is probably that I *do* have time to write, but I have not really felt the inclination.
I have instead spent a lot of time doing crosswords, reading Game of Thrones, watching Game of Thrones, drinking coffee, dicking around on Facebook, practicing/learning songs for performing with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
etrace's band, cooking breakfast and/or dinner, baking bread (mostly bread machine, but also some handmade focaccia that turned out OK), petting the dog(s) and cats -- and snuggling with my husband, generally marveling at the state of my life.
Yeats wrote, "Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth. We are happy when we are growing."
I think this is a time not so much of growth as of... rooting in.
I've been overextended and undernourished for so long. There'll be time enough to Get Things Done later this year, when we start to work in earnest on growing the business and searching for an outside job for me. Right now, if I want to sit on the porch in my pajamas for two hours every morning, I totally can, and that's kind of the best thing in the world.
(Though I do think it would be good to pick up again the Artist's Way practice of "morning pages": writing three pages of drivel every morning without fail, in order to clear out the internal static and make room for actual creative work/focus.)
Some productive things I have successfully done: I unpacked all my books and made myself a little office nook in the front corner of the living room. I rearranged the bedroom so it has a sitting area like I've always wanted. I passed the written test to get my Indiana driver's license (25 years to the month since my first one was issued). We had my dad over for lunch and showed him the pond. The day before Mother's Day we took EMom to Home Depot to pick out flowers for the yard (their tradition), came home and spent the rest of the afternoon planting them around the house. I finally, after several mishaps, got a copy of the hi-res wedding photos fromc1, so I ordered a photo book (which may or may not arrive by Sunday's party) and prints to put into a regular photo album. We hung up the ketubah, which now enjoys pride of place in the front foyer.
Also, sometime late last week we went "Hm, we seem to have invited 50 people over for lunch next Sunday, better start figuring out what we're doing for them," so there's been a flurry of list-making and menu-planning and inventorying and shopping.
Coming soon is the related realization "Hm, we seem to be about to leave on this five-week cross-country roadtrip, perhaps we should make sure we've tied up any loose ends, reach out with a rough idea of schedule to the people we hope to see, stuff like that."
I have instead spent a lot of time doing crosswords, reading Game of Thrones, watching Game of Thrones, drinking coffee, dicking around on Facebook, practicing/learning songs for performing with
etrace's band, cooking breakfast and/or dinner, baking bread (mostly bread machine, but also some handmade focaccia that turned out OK), petting the dog(s) and cats -- and snuggling with my husband, generally marveling at the state of my life.Yeats wrote, "Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth. We are happy when we are growing."
I think this is a time not so much of growth as of... rooting in.
I've been overextended and undernourished for so long. There'll be time enough to Get Things Done later this year, when we start to work in earnest on growing the business and searching for an outside job for me. Right now, if I want to sit on the porch in my pajamas for two hours every morning, I totally can, and that's kind of the best thing in the world.
(Though I do think it would be good to pick up again the Artist's Way practice of "morning pages": writing three pages of drivel every morning without fail, in order to clear out the internal static and make room for actual creative work/focus.)
Some productive things I have successfully done: I unpacked all my books and made myself a little office nook in the front corner of the living room. I rearranged the bedroom so it has a sitting area like I've always wanted. I passed the written test to get my Indiana driver's license (25 years to the month since my first one was issued). We had my dad over for lunch and showed him the pond. The day before Mother's Day we took EMom to Home Depot to pick out flowers for the yard (their tradition), came home and spent the rest of the afternoon planting them around the house. I finally, after several mishaps, got a copy of the hi-res wedding photos from
c1, so I ordered a photo book (which may or may not arrive by Sunday's party) and prints to put into a regular photo album. We hung up the ketubah, which now enjoys pride of place in the front foyer.Also, sometime late last week we went "Hm, we seem to have invited 50 people over for lunch next Sunday, better start figuring out what we're doing for them," so there's been a flurry of list-making and menu-planning and inventorying and shopping.
Coming soon is the related realization "Hm, we seem to be about to leave on this five-week cross-country roadtrip, perhaps we should make sure we've tied up any loose ends, reach out with a rough idea of schedule to the people we hope to see, stuff like that."