Sunday Morning: Sometimes you just need to get away

The hiatus.  I think every blogger and writer ends up taking a hiatus from time to time.  I took mine, and perhaps I’m still taking it; that is something on which I’m still not certain.  Life came at me like a microburst in the last few months and after weeks of being ground into the soil by emotions, my own and those of others, like the winds of a storm – I had to crawl away to seek some shelter.

I’m alive and well.  The word that had come to the lips of those who knew what was going on was:  strong.  I like to think that I’m fucking resilient.

Now, before everyone starts to panic and get their undies all in a twist:  I’m good.  I’m really good.  Trust me.  One day I’ll write (or tell you in person) about things, but right now isn’t the time; just know that I’m someone who is not to be trifled with.

Life started to ease up on the pummeling into the ground when my new workspace arrived, was installed and I was safely ensconced within my “Fortress of Solitude”, aka “The Bat Cave” at the office.  Dance lessons also resumed this past week with Mr. Muse and our friends.  We had our Spring Fry Fest, aka Valborgsmässoafton (this makes sense if you’re Swedish or have friends who are Swedish), and things started to settle back to normal.  The Fates finally stopped picking on me and I was feeling relief.

Relief was somewhat short-lived, however, in that I panicked that I had a photoshoot coming up and hadn’t worked out as much as I should have.  I panicked that what had grown into a ridiculously huge pile of work at the office had been delegated out to new people and I finally had a “normal” amount of work at the office and goodness me – what was I going to DO with myself?!  I had BlogHer ’14 coming up and I hadn’t purchased plane tickets yet.  I’d decided on going to Costa Rica with the lovely people at The Naturist Society in December and I had to start thinking about plane tickets and travel to get there and I needed to resume learning Spanish.  Camping dates with friends were being tossed about like dice during a game of Farkle.  The garden needed to be planted (still does – that’s today’s project).  The sheep still aren’t heading out to the pasture unless they are lead out there.  I hadn’t written for my blog, and I have way too many fresh fruits and veggies that need to be used up before they go bad!

Panic.  Paralysis.  Pique.  So, I had to take a deep breath.

I enjoyed time with my friends.  I booked my plane ticket for BlogHer.  I started working out like I really should (and cutting way, way back on cheese – especially since I’m lactose intolerant) and told myself that I would be fine for my shoot.  I started the travel arrangements for Costa Rica.  Mr. Muse and I picked some camping sites.  The sheep will figure out the whole “get thee out to the pasture to eat grass” with some help.  My workload at the office is “normal” and that’s a good thing so I shouldn’t panic because I won’t run out of work and the fruits and veggies are going to be eaten.

Everyone and everything would, and will be, okay.

As a Type A person – this “okay” business can be hard to swallow; but, just like chamomile tea, which I’m now supposed to drink for its calming effects (as opposed to anything caffeinated), swallow it I must.  I practice deep breathing and yoga when I can.  I got another massage from the best CMT I know, a fellow model and wonderful man, who started to work on my TMJ issues and caused me to think, “….I must look utterly ridiculous right now…” as he manipulated my jaw muscles.  I enjoyed watching the orioles and hummingbirds at the feeders, along with the multitude of other songbird species in my yard.  I attended a Beekeeping 101 class and discovered that bees will be next years project because it’s now too late to buy bees for a hive.   In other words – I stepped back and worked on just “b-ing” – that is a work in progress.  I was reminded again that there really were no problems, it was all temporary.

And then I made a cocktail and it was The Bee’s Knees.

Here’s hoping that your Sunday is laid-back and relaxed.

How do you know when you need to take a hiatus?

What is your favorite way to relax?

Cocktail suggestion?  Pick your poison – or at least suggest it.

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About The Amusing Muse

Deep thinker whose mind operates at warped speed. Philosopher pondering the big (and little) things in life. Storyteller. Office Ninja. Model. Teller of bad jokes. User of big words.
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4 Responses to Sunday Morning: Sometimes you just need to get away

  1. Preaching to the choir girl….I’ve been on hiatus as well and this is only my second day catching up. Glad all is good with us now and we are breathing steady….for the moment.

  2. If you were referring to our shoot…. Forget the workout crap and have another cocktail. 🙂

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