Productive day. Cranked out five newsletters and two (so far) conference calls and have yet to do two more newsletters and at least two more calls before today is through.
I was crabby on Friday because I really needed to meet a friend at a certain time on Friday night, only to be severely delayed and I completely missed seeing him. He wants to try again tonight, as he was out of town this weekend and he has something of mine that I really need.
Will our intrepid heroine not miss yet another chance today? Time will tell. I’m not exactly bullish on the concept, but I’ll try.
It’s times like this that I remind myself that life is so much bigger than all this. Will the world end if these newsletters don’t get edited perfectly, brilliantly designed and tested/scheduled by some imaginary deadline that someone six generations before me decreed?
I guess I say all of this knowing that someone who was a big part of my world just had a baby yesterday. (Brilliant timing with Mother’s Day. Was that planned?) Cute kid, too. Reminds me of his dad and I never had anything but good times during the several-year friendship I had with the proud poppa.
I have other friends with child too, amid an ongoing baby boom. We had a boy baby boom here at work at this time last year; now it’s all my friends with their bouncing baby boy children (to be).
What’s funny is how hard it is to care about adults in need. But show us a sonogram and we all want to BUY ALL THE GIFTS. Because they are twee and cute and we can be part of the miracle of life without actually having to actively contribute to it.
Anyway, I’m still reeling that my friend got married, let alone is now a dad. He’s gonna be spectacular, by the way.
I guess I’m getting a twinge of nostalgia that everyone important to me from my past is going on to have massive, wonderful life events. And I ran away from it all, hoping to find my own down here. And like Charlie Brown on Halloween, all I got was a rock.
It’s a rock at the beach, don’t get me wrong. But I am wondering whether I should go back and see if some of the magic taking place far north of here can rub off on me a little bit.
Not for the kid part, per se. But for the “hold on long enough and your dreams will come true after all” part.
My turn is coming, whatever and whenever that may be. And it’s gonna be a fairy tale to end all fairy tales when it comes. And I’ll look back on this time of smiles I smile (and those do really come easily — I am overjoyed for the people I love) for other people, and look forward to them beaming when it’s time for me to have some wonderful news for a change.