Well, today is the day. The fireworks have faded, my husband’s back in his pretty office, and I practically jumped out of bed with enthusiasm this morning. The birds sang – sweetly, and not too loud. The morning was bright, but not so sunny it woke me up. My pillow was soft and perfect, but not such a black hole that I tumbled back to dreamworld. Even Remy the Cat was on his best behavior, waiting in quiet patience at the foot of the bed for his morning Greenies.
I know it will be a great day, because my latte tastes like cardboard this morning, and I don’t even really care (note to Carrie and Melissa, love you guys and your drinks usually rock, but you need to time your espresso shots…). I passed the dreaded bank for which I once slaved and saw my old (horrible) manager walking in from her car. I knew it would be a good day when I smiled, thinking, Ahhhhhh. I’m so glad those days are gone! instead of focusing on the years I got yelled at for no apparent reason.
What has the power to overcome cardboard coffee and slavish scars on my soul, you ask? It’s Second Draft Day! Now that wedding season has temporarily subsided, and the holiday has passed, it’s time for me to focus. I am so excited, so ready, for this part of the writing process to begin. I’ve spent the past few weeks itching to write – one reason I started this blog, actually. So, without any further small talk, I’m going to get to work, lest I begin Second Draft Day (the first of many) with the usual string of very-viable-reasons-for-not-working (i.e., breakfast, blogging, cleaning, menu planning, etc).
Wishing you all a lovely day, even if your latte tastes like cardboard. Know that you are not alone.