It’s been one of those days where my brain is on overdrive and I can’t think/talk/write/cook/eat fast enough. Do you know what I mean? Do you get like that?
So the day started with my finding a rather terse email in my inbox, which was a comment to one of my comments left on someone else’s blog post. I couldn’t type fast enough with my thoughts. But not being one to post rashly, I am still working on it. I like to make sure my facts are straight, and I have research/Scripture/references to back up my assertions. So, I don’t know when/if I’ll get it posted. I kind of get to the point where I wonder if it’s worth all my effort anyway.
I rushed through those initial thoughts before they left me but didn’t “get it all out.” You writers will know what I mean. I needed a few more minutes to feel a real catharsis. But I had to move on to the next thing.
So then I helped a friend with some computer/blog/video/audio post questions but I couldn’t quite figure those out. We accomplished a lot with a process of elimination–we know what doesn’t work–but ultimately I was disappointed to run out of time on that project, too.
I met a blogger friend for lunch and had a FANTASTIC time getting to know her and hear about ways to grow my blog. She had wonderful suggestions for ways to make my blog more monetarily successful. We also had some brainstorming sessions on creative approaches to blogging. What a great, inspiring meal! I wanted then and there to crawl into a library corner for the rest of the day and just work on my blog. But alas, I had to go to Target …
… where I saw Scott Hamilton. Scott Hamilton? Yes! Ice skating champion Scott Hamilton. And he looked so ordinary in a windbreaker, jeans, and sneakers while pushing a cart full of soft drinks and bottled water that I did a quadruple take. It was just so odd. I saw him get into his Lexus SUV that had Tennessee plates. After a little reading online, I discovered he and his wife live in Franklin.
Then I was off to pick up the kids from school, where I discovered one child had said something hurtful to another child (though not intentionally, I’m certain). One of my other children, however, had a trouble-free day after a teacher’s note yesterday told of this child’s ultra-social and silly behavior.
So, I’m kind of done with today. I think I’ve been sapped of every emotion: anger, inspiration, worry, anticipation, confusion, frustration, disappointment.
Looking forward to sleep tonight.