My admissions team just hosted 200 high school students for an overnight visit event. It’s a wonderful event, and the students have a great time. It’s probably our most fun event of the year: games and worship and chapel and classes and tours and lots of good food!
But for an introvert, it’s a type of annihilation.
I spent most of today sleeping. My battery was on less than empty, and I needed today to recharge.
So tonight I had a bowl of Lucky Charms, took a hot shower, slapped on some Valor essential oil, and prayed. Lately, I feel a sense of being held together only when I am in prayer or writing a letter to my future, calmer, more-accomplished self through FutureMe.org.
I’m reading Code Name Verity by Elizabeth Wein, and it’s so amazing that it makes me feel like I write drivel.
My to-be-read list is out of control.
I chose to watch the final episode of season 3 of Downton Abbey tonight. No spoilers, but UGH.
My next draft is due March 24th, and I need to find a rhythm. I made myself a three-step to-do list tonight, which sounds easy enough, but each step is flabbergastingly huge and one is nearly inconceivable. Writing is so hard.
I wish I could just push pause on life for a few months– to catch up on sleep, to catch up on reading, to learn to be a better writer. But I am trying to have faith: I will find a rhythm, butt-in-seat will mean a better manuscript a month from now, and God will not abandon me or our book.
I think I need some chocolate milk. That’s step zero. Then I dive back in.