As is obvious, I haven't posted anything new to this blog in almost a week. What has happened? Why this lull?
The lull is the result of me feeling overwhelmed by work and by self-pity (such an attractive combo). I have no other excuses.
Oddly and wonderfully enough, this morning (at a moment when I was feeling especially, dully depressed - like a cardboard facsimile of a woman) I received this poem in an email from Writing Salon poetry teacher Julie Bruck:
A wasp rises to its papery
nest under the eaves
where it daubs
at the gray shape,
but seems unable
to enter its own house.
The poem arrived RIGHT after I had just sent the following email to my writing partner (Ms. K in NYC):
I'm breaking my own rules. Can't partner for a bit. Am mired in trying to do the summer scheduling, then the summer postcard, and the summer website, then the summer flyers. It's all just too much. I feel overwhelmed, depressed and flat — from lack of estrogen, I suspect. Cardboard-like.
I'm disappointed! Maybe it's pitiful to say this, but it was the best part of my day—writing my thing and waiting for your reply. And I also felt more in touch with you and what's on your mind. But of course I understand.
My putrid little response to her response:
How about you keep sending yours, and I'll just do my best but might not be consistent...I hate feeling this way.
All of which inspired me to post this woe-is-me blog entry. You can read it and feel better about your own life. :-)