It wasn't until 5:20 this morning that I realized I never posted yesterday . ..
You would think I might be more upset about this-- failure, and all that --- and yet, it seems I no longer have the relationship to the concept of failure that I once did.
The best expression to describe how I am feeling in this moment is arriving in French.*
j'ai la plus grande indifference
Which feels freaking amazing to me---- really, kind of utterly cool. I normally do get all wrapped around the axel when the t's are not crossed the dots for the i's have landed on the floor.
But not today -- It really has no effect on me at all.
Did I want to post every single day in November? Yes.
Do I like setting myself a challenge and then completing it? I do.
Was the reason I failed to post due to an inability? Nope.
In the big picture, does it matter at all? Not a whit.
Yesterday was simply full to the brim -- I got up at 5am and dropped into bed at 11 pm and never once thought about the internet.
Kinda grand, actually.
Camille and Aimee are here for the weekend. In and around eating, noshing, talking and lolling, we hit the farmer's market, the beach, and a friend's birthday bash. Oh, and of course there was some waning moon magic . . . sha-ZAM.
So-- there it is.
Best of all? Having Oliver with us is a decidedly wonderful thing.
It is going to take a bit of time, but I can see on the horizon, joy and happy hearts back in the kingdom, once again.
*sorry about that, how f*cking annoying, I know, but sometimes French does serve me better