Ready to reincarnate myself,
reinvention is for scientists
but I am a creative type, so I think I'll recreate, rebirth, redesign
myself.
Eh, really?
Nothing so grand as all that.
But.
I have been reborn.
From the darkness of survival mode to the bliss of contentment, I have evolved.
Poetry flows through my veins at a different pace
and with a different texture, temperature, tempo--
I am whole.
However, I have been dragged to the middle of a vast cornfield and thrown into my own little house on this prairie of flatness stretching from horizon to horizon, green instead of undulating rich hues of blue.
And from this happy prison I will write.
I will write my way out of this corn maze,
and beat my own path back to the rocky coast and jagged pine trees and austerity for lunch.
I will push myself to the limits of my own creativity and productivity...or maybe just quit being quite so lazy, drop it down a notch or three and do some thing instead of no thing.
Yeah.
That should work.
So here's my schedule:
8:00 return from dropping boys at school, eat breakfast
8:15 do dishes, sweep, dust, whatever
9:00 treadmill
9:45 situps and upper or lower body weight training
10:15 shower
10:30 WRITE
12:00 lunch, phone call to Mom or friend
1:00 WRITE
2:30 pick up boys.
Hm. That feels like way less time for writing than I would like,
but I refuse to get up earlier than 7:00.
I will give it a week, and see if I can tighten it up.
I post this in the hopes of holding myself accountable.
...forgetting once again that none of my other blog friends have this URL yet. So I'm talking to the air.
Oh well...
