Monday, January 30, 2006

Who are you, and what have you done with me? I don't what was slipped into my water in the last few weeks, but I seem to be having some kind of leaf-turning-over party. I am taking a writing class. I have dreamed of writing pretty much my whole life.  And I have always decided that it was something I just couldn't do.  Apparently, I'm pretty good at it.  At least, the baby steps I'm taking (come up with ideas for magazine articles.  Write a pitch for your idea.) are getting great feedback.  And I'm feeling so overwhelmed with creativity that I don't know what to do with myself. I feel like I could practically jump out of my own skin. (As I reread this, I'm finding it particularly ironic that as I'm writing about writing I'm doing it so inelegantly. But whatever.) I've returned to silversmithing, which is something I started studying before the Babe came along, but gave up last year when I was exhausted from moving, pregnancy, etc.  When the Babe was born, I couldn't even conceive of finding the time to shower, let alone hide out in an art studio for four hours a week bending, filing, hammering and soldering.  During my last class session, I literally couldn't finish anything.  The one piece I was really excited about, I broke.  For over a year, I didn't open my tool box.  When I went to the studio on Friday, I discovered a pendant that I had finished, that just needed to be strung.  I found the broken top of the ring, which I had been in the process of transforming into a clasp for a bracelet.  And as I looked at the bits and pieces of silver in my box, I saw six other things that I wanted to make. Just saw them, instantly, as though they were waiting for me to just pull them out of the metal. Finally, I'm dieting.  I know, I know, not another weight loss blog. Nope, I 'm much too private and embarrassed to reveal all the gory details of the program I'm using, the hideous number I'm starting from, or even where I hope to go.  But I've lost three pounds so far.  To get to where I was pre kids, I've got 27 to go.  A few more might be necessary to get as thin as I was then, since then I was also working out six days a week, running, lifting weights--I was in the best shape of my life.  But I don't feel stressed about it.  I feel ok.  Hungry sometimes, but that's ok too.  Something inside of me seems to be shifting for the better, as I approach two momentous events--the Babe's first birthday, and, the very next day, my fortieth. I'll keep you posted. 10:45:45 PM     comment [] trackback []