Sunday, October 18, 2009

A Slight Departure from a Mostly Happy Place

Remember my husband? The one who is teaching himself the fine art of photography? He recently lured me outside for a real-live photo shoot. He had a semi-real client coming a few days later and needed a little practice. I gave him 20 minutes. I did not gloss up my lips. I did not even fluff my hair. (As if it fluffs - ha!)

I mostly complied because of this:

These sizzly bean fields had been driving me wild and for several weeks, they had us surrounded. I'm happy to have a picture of myself perched in their midst.

But here's the thing about me these days: I've been slightly off kilter. It doesn't happen often and when it does, I do some dwelling.

Whereas I typically feel like this:

Lately I've been feeling a little more:


I can't entirely put my finger on it. And I'm not just saying that.

I've had trouble sleeping for the past two nights and this is the best possible scenario I've concocted:

Between late June and mid-September (2.5 months, folks) my family underwent 3 semi-major surgeries (2 of which were courtesy of yours truly) and 3 illnesses involving fevers and in some cases, the collection of little-people feces.

Sorry people, you asked.

Oh wait.....

Anyway, I think this is one of those times when you don't realize the cumulative effects of the relentless curve-balls of life until after the dust settles a little.

It has all left me feeling a little crabby and jittery. I can't shake this feeling that I missed out on my Summer. I have had difficulty accepting that Fall is here and I've caught myself daydreaming, on several occasions, about potential Summer '10 vacations. And yeah, it's October.

Doesn't this whiny post make you excited to see what I'll have to share by, say, mid-February?

In the meantime, I'm on a mission to regain some perspective and inspiration. I'm determined to shed my worries. I'm gonna slink right out of this funk.

And if it's more difficult than I plan, I'll just take a peek every now and then at this ridiculous shot. (That's right - I love Cory so much that I pretended to be a bean-jumper. I am so not a bean jumper...)

Before you know it, this lady will be back among the living.


By the way, lady, thems some veiny hands you've got.