The Marathon

I know my life is not that hectic. I am not being chased across the English Channel by a pack of sharks (with or without frickin’ lasers). I am not running for my life in some terrorist ridden country. I am not training for ANY sort of marathon (including the much desired sleep-a-thon). I just feel busy. It’s like I’m gasping for air. I get a break once every week or two, where I can really kick back and just not think about anything.

And then, when I do have time to do fun stuff (like update my Lack-of-Blog): I don’t. ‘Cause it seems like too much work. And that’s what I’m trying to take a break from. And so I don’t, and I get further and further from my last inconsequential post.

So, tonight, I’ll watch my soap (The OC) and kick back a little.

And tell you (all none of you that care), that I’m really doing OK. Because I’m going to have a car to drive in a few weeks (after I pay for registration and insurance). Because the plans for my wedding are well in hand (even though it’s only 4.5 months away, with lots of details to work on). Because I have a handle on money and time and stress (despite my overt, gasping, dramatic panic). But mostly, just because.

And I’ll put this post in my blog (that is still not a blog) and I’ll feel good.

(Except about my grammar, which sucks, but makes for nice conversational-style writing. So there!)