#NoBloPo It’s still November and I’m Still Writing!! #NoBloPo

Whew!! I’m over a week behind!! Maybe I’ll finish out the week one-post-a-week basis? Well, I’ll give myself a break, if I may…I’ve been super busy with work and “stuff.” But I will have an extra post or two in the next couple of days because I have to tell you about my weekend in NY to see Sylvie Guillem’s retirement performance, hang out in one of my favorite American cities, and have an EPIC tweet up with a Twitter/Facebook/Instagram friend.

In the spirit of keeping November a writing month, here is my update to #NoBloPoMo writing.

Monday, November 9

What is the first thing you do every single day (I mean, after you hit the snooze button)? When did that step in your routine begin?

I am so so so spoiled (and yes, very blessed)… Carboy brings a mug of hot coffee right to my bedside table every morning and that is how I wake up – a cup of hot coffee and a warm, soft cat on my lap. I’m a happy girl.

Tuesday, November 10

What is the hardest part of a big project: getting the energy to begin, finding the time to work on it, or feeling down that it’s over?

Again, I think I’m super fortunate in this respect… I like work, I like hard work. So when I have a big project looming I’m excited, the energy builds and I’m ready to go.   I’m always overworked so there are always issues with finding more time but I also don’t do things like watch TV or go to the movies or spend hours playing online games so I actually have quite a bit of time available to me. The hardest part for me is when something is over because it’s hard for me to let go of something that I’m invested in – which is every project that I work on. I always go through a bit of a grieving process. It was super hard to finish my doctorate. I still miss it even though it’s been a couple of years now. I miss the intensity of the whole thing.

Wednesday, November 11

What was the last thing you fixed or built?

hmmmmm… does curriculum count?  Usually when something needs to be fixed I hand it over to Carboy and say “Here, make this work!” and he does, like toothpaste that doesn’t want to come out of the tube or when a milkshake at In-n-Out is too thick to be sucked out of the straw and he takes care of it for me 🙂  It’s a good system.

Thursday, November 12

If you had a personal assistant who would do your most dreaded tasks, which items from your to-do list would you assign out?


Friday, November 13

Describe your ideal day off. What would you do with your time?

Oh, you know ballet would be involved… taking a class, watching a rehearsal, going to a performance, ballet shopping. Also coffee would be involved. And chocolate. And probably pasta and or bread. A bookstore. A beach. A long walk. Art. Music. A park bench. Just listening to the everything and nothing. And then closing my eyes and knowing that my small bit of world is still okay because the people (and that includes my dog and cat) know that I love them and always will.

Wednesday, November 4 and catching up from yesterday #NoBloPoMo

Tuesday, November 3

What did you think was the coolest job in the world when you were younger? Do you still feel that way now?

Wednesday, November 4

When you were a kid, did you want to have the same job or a different job than your parents when you grew up?

My dad was a truck driver and my mom was a social worker. It was awesome that my dad went to work in jeans and cowboy boots. Sometimes I got to ride in the big smelly, rumbly truck. My dad was the Native Marlboro man. Pretty cool. There was nothing cool about my mom’s job. She worked for the Department of Public Social Services. It was sad – it was ridiculous – it was infuriating – it was pathetic. She retired early because it sucked.

When I was a kid I thought having a PhD would be the best gig ever. I wasn’t even sure what a PhD did but it seemed like smart, nerd-cool people with crazy hair and strange clothing choices all had doctorates. PhDs could talk about Proust and Shakespeare; they always had books with them; they knew how to do math with letters, numbers, and squiggly symbols; they drank coffee in rainy coffee shops around universities in Paris, London, and cities that have trees. I thought people who looked and acted like Sheldon Cooper and Amy Farrah Fowler were cool. I was a strange kid.