Breathe.

It's true. I am a writer. I am also distracted. Absolutely distracted. More distracted than ever right now. My friend, Judi, told me that I need to make writing a priority, after all, I do have a book that I need to get done by this fall. I am currently on page 11 of that book. Absolutely, I am distracted.


There are some very exciting things happening in my life right now and maybe, just maybe, in three or four months this whirlwind will settle down and I can concentrate on writing again. But just as soon as I say this, something else will pop up and threaten my plan. Breathe.


Cross the fingers on your left hand only, Mom, then 'it' will come true. That's what my girls used to say when they were little. Crossing the fingers of BOTH hands negated the luck and whatever you were hoping for instantly became futile. Breathe. Crossing the fingers on my left hand only, taking care to not cross my eyes either. I don't want to muck anything up. Breathing.


In two weeks my husband will leave the country for a couple of weeks. I will have plenty to keep me busy in his absence. I may have a visitor. I might get snowed in, but that is highly unlikely since I live below the 27th parallel. But I will find something to occupy my time while he is away. Perhaps I will write. I'm writing now, I don't see why I couldn't continue writing during the alone time. I'm going to pencil writing into my calendar right now, that should keep me focused and on task. Breathe.


Respirations are a necessary component of living. Without them, we cease living. I find that I am constantly reminding myself to breathe lately. Surely this is a sign of something deep. I'm just too busy to explore my psyche right  now. Hocus pocus, mumble jumble is just too complicated to examine. I'm in trouble if my mind goes. Breathing will stop because I won't 'be' there to remind myself any more. That is a scary thought, which when I think about it is a good thing, because the mind is still there. Breathe.


Yes, three or four months until normalcy returns. That's a whole lot of respirations from now. I'll be okay...stick with me...you may need to remind me to...breathe.