Under the Glass Bell

Thoughts Right Now

I'm filled with the urge to create as of late. To sew. To knit. To play piano. To cook.

Learning to play the piano is a gift, by the way. I am a lucky, lucky soul that I get to do this.

Running is also a gift. I've no clue what has gotten into me and why I'm suddenly into it. I'm trying not to over think it. Why risk jinxing it?

I'm excited about Hawaii. The history and culture are fascinating. The Lindbergh connection. A Gift of the Sea. And then Reeve.

We will be more awake and alive there this time. I cannot wait.

Sweater

NaBloPoMo

Well, the NaBloPoMo never fails to make me think I should give this thing yet another try. Getting the blog back on track is a worthy goal.

So, what's new? I'm three months away from 40. The boys are now 5 and 2. The hub is his usual rock star self. We've moved up in the world a bit. I ran a 5k two weeks ago. We're headed to Hawaii for me to run a 10k in January, followed by a weeklong vacation in Hana. 

The new Joan Didion book is sitting here next to me. I'm fearful of how intense it will be, but feel committed. Ten bucks says that I'll cry at least once.

My usual existential angst and anxiety is still here, bubbling away just under the surface. But there really might not be much to do about that. It just might be who I am and how I am. I spend less time thinking about it these days.

My life is full. And yet...

I guess the yet is why I need to keep on writing.