Rushed

I guess it's my way to combat my major predisposition towards depression, but I've always kept myself way busier than I need to be. My mom always tells me, "You run around too much" and it's finally dawning on me that it's true. I believe I need to be busy to be happy. But is that so wrong? It used to be I'd busy myself with unhealthy things like partying and bad relationships with men. Now I'm busy schlepping the kids to their activities, going to one of my four Green committee meetings, working, going to physical therapy (plantar fasciitis = pain in the foot and in the ass), swimming (because it's the only exercise I can currently do without causing excruciating pain), and yes, some socializing, mostly with the ladies in my neighborhood who have kids. Especially now that it's nice out and we're not trapped indoors, every free moment is a big adventure.

So I guess that was my long winded explanation/lame excuse of not writing lately. Plus - is that really interesting? Not really. I'm hoping to be a bit more inspiring in 4 weeks (!) when it's summer break. Yes, that's right. School's almost out for summer and although we're having about 100 house guests and I've agreed to take on a couple of private clients, and oh yeah, do a summer project for my school district, I should have lots of free time. When I'm not working on my hit children's album or my novel, that is.

See ya! Gotta go watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer, the real reason why I'm not blogging so much anymore!