I’m in one of those phases when I feel like a chicken trying to fly. I can do it, but my flight is ungainly, bottom heavy, and awful low to the ground. I’m not a 5’8” leggy ectomorphic, um, eagle – I am a chicken. A chicken that doesn’t seem to get very far. When I feel like a chicken, I have learned to take stock of what I’ve been doing. Take stock, I said, Readers, not make stock.
So. Here’s a baker's dozen things I did instead of writing a blog post this week.
- Read a lot of essays by E. B. White.
- Decided my blog needs video.
- Went out to lunch with two great friends and discussed my worries about my children.
- Noticed how weird and fake I sound on video, and that I purse my lips most schoolmarmlike.
- Deleted many, many videos of myself talking about success.
- Decided I need collagen in my schoolmarmlike lips.
- Bought a crazy wrap that can be a dress, a skirt, a vest, a cape – but will not make me a 5’8” leggy ectomorph.
- Obsessed over my vast expanse of forehead.
- Had a complementary consultation with a decorator from Calico Corners.
- Had delicious corn chowder with a friend and discussed our worries about our children.
- Listened to a terrific interview with Billy Jean King and drafted a post about it.
- Queried an agent with a book proposal.
- Attempted to pick a fight with the husband, who would have none of it.