Okay, here goes. Firstly, I am turning last year's post about gut health and antibiotics into a three-part series on MindBodyGreen, and the first article is up today. Go check it out! Next read this Onion article about Boston. Finally, watch this youtube video of bad NFL lip reading, which has nothing to do with anything but was so funny I nearly actually fell out of my chair laughing. [Dad, Billy will love it.]
Oh hi, you're back. I thought of that Onion article when I mulled over the concept of this post because it's kind of how I feel telling people I'm thinking of writing full time, like, as a career. They smile and say, "That's great!," but in my head they are saying, "Awww, how adorable. She thinks she can wriiiiite."
People are probably not actually thinking that at all. Or, maybe a few are, but my anxiety isn't about them; it's just an excuse to keep me from writing. Once I stripped away those lame excuses, I had an epiphany. It's me. I'm the only thing keeping me from writing. This realization is both good and bad because now there's nothing stopping me. Well, nothing except watching that youtube video on repeat. Or feeling bad that I am not always writing now that I've had that epiphany, then gorging on peanut butter and bananas while watching that youtube video on repeat.
But even with all that banana-gorging and youtube gawking, I am somehow managing to write a little every day. I owe a lot of my inspiration to my parents, who are possibly the two most encouraging souls around, and...is this turning into an acceptance speech for a phantom award? I'll wrap it up before I get played off the stage...and to Anne Lamott for writing her very funny, very encouraging book about writing, Bird by Bird.
Something you may not have noticed, unless you're one of my children's grandparents, is that I haven't been writing about or posting Instagram photos of Vivi as much so far in 2014. There are several contributing factors to this trend. But the most essential point is that she is growing into a person with her own thoughts, feelings, and opinions, and I think she deserves to have her privacy back. It's bittersweet to see her become a little lady and be so proud of her but also realize that Vivisms are probably all but gone for good (which means no more tripping on butt cracks). I still write about being a parent, but I think I'll post less about my kindergartner's day-to-day behaviors and more about the postcard-worthy accomplishments.
|My BRF when I am reading what I've written...more like CRF (creepy resting face)|