What the heck have I been doing the past three weeks? I can’t believe it has been nearly three weeks since I last blogged. All is well on the homefront. Our daughter’s health improved and yours truly got some much needed sleep. I put some restrictions on my blogging, two key ones. First, I told myself no blogging until I put on a Speedo. Secondly, I had to promise myself I’d climb a tree. Okay, I’m not saying I had to wear a Speedo while climbing a tree, just that I had to start swimming again and convene with Mother Nature.
Yesterday I accomplished both. I did something I haven’t done since Anna was born, I swam in the pool. I was a bit sluggish, but not as out of shape as I expected. Shortly after that, I went home, changed my clothes, removing the Speedo, and headed to a local park. I spied the perfect tree, a western red cedar, and began to climb. I spent about 30 minutes fifty feet up in the air. While suspended in the tree I watched cyclists pedal their bikes up the winding road below, cars avoiding cyclists, birds chirping, and parents walking through the park with their kids. I did find time to snap a very unflattering photo of yours truly.
Here are signs I’m ready to start blogging again:
- one day last week I sent out 40+ emails during my work day
- I’ve started to lose weight again
- next week will be my first full five day work week since mid-December
- the writers strike is over
- swimming equals wonderful blog material
- I’m compulsively checking my Yahoo! inbox
- leap year
I must share this too. After my "Gestures" post, I got lots of emails. It was nice to hear from everyone and explain in a more personal way how things are. What touched me most were the calls from my friends who are parents. They’re typically a quiet bunch, never really commenting on my blog, but they stepped up. My guy friends are wonderful and could tell I needed to get stuff off my chest. Merci mes amis!
I feel refreshed. The three weeks away from blogging has been good. The Egan of three weeks ago is gone and has been replaced by a slightly more charming version. Get Shit Done Egan* is in the house!
*note –> "Get Shit Done Egan" is a newer nickname my wife has given me. It’s when the highly motivated version of myself makes guest appearances. My aim is to remove the word "guest" from the equation.