Blood, Sweat and Tears Dream Log Food for Thought Life in the Country
by Alice
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A Little Slice of Everything Mid May
Another day, another power outage and several more inches of rain. And another outage. And more rain. Two or three inches first, then five more on top last night. The ground doesn’t even pretend to try to hold it any longer and driving from our house anywhere makes me think we should be investing less in hybrid technology and more in those wacky car/boat combos that never quite caught on. The canals in the garden are full, the yard is a standing puddle. You’d have to swim to get to the pool. But the few wilting the potatoes have perked up. Surely they couldn’t have been thirsty. It never dries here. The forecast? More storms tomorrow.
Fitness update
After a couple of excellent bouts with the treadmill, I finally got back out on the road today. And immediately developed an angry body reaction. I was fine when I went out. When I came in, I found that out had popped a nasty little cold sore. This is why my routine involves a lot of starting over, because just when I get myself back to health, string together a nice set of days without major issues, something comes along to knock me back. I’m a fighter, though, and I get back up swinging. I’ve lost several pounds. Even better, my weight swings are moving down the scale as well.
Many days my fitness training involves gathering herbs, shoveling manure, and digging ditches. Or if I happen to see a neat rock I like, I insist on carrying it home. Even if home is more than half a mile away and the rock weighs thirty pounds. Hey, it all counts and not every weight needs to be neatly cast iron.
Dreaming
I got to go flying again in my dreaming. This time I was involved in a real life Charlie’s Angels episode. They had a helicopter hovering with some chains dangling off the skids. I thought to myself, why I’d have no problem if I were up there. It would be easy. I’d never let go because I wouldn’t want to fall and die. And then I was up there, holding on to the thick metal chains, swinging as the helicopter rose and banked, not as sure that this was such a great idea.
Work and Real Life
I’ve gotten a couple more job offers. I’m pleased and looking forward to starting work for some new websites.
The boss and I both came to the conclusion today that our schedule is not working for either of us. I was up till 4am, crazy to get more words down before I quit, which made for a late wakeup, pushing back all our activities for the day. When he asked me if we were going outside, this simple question led to thirty minutes of why I don’t know what I’m doing, have no time for anything, and can’t take it anymore.
We sat down and decided on a sane bedtime, a reasonable amount of work and play and planned in everything we want to do, then created a simple schedule for ourselves. I’m quite excited about that. One thing you don’t know until it’s upon you is how hard it can be to have an almost completely unstructured life. It becomes too easy to fall into unhealthy routines and hard to notice until everything starts to spin out of control.
Especially when writing online, everything accomplished leads to several more pieces of work. It isn’t enough to sell your work; you have to write, edit and format the piece, complete the rewrites. Once published, you have to push it on social networks, set up advertising, track your earnings. Then there is networking to be done, comments and email to answer. Immediately you’re on to the next project, brainstorming ideas, researching. When there’s no work available, you’re writing on what you love or what’s popular to keep your name out there or scrape for affiliate dollars. Perhaps an outsider could see how easy it can be to get overwhelmed.
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