It’s Monday, and I’ve forgotten I’m supposed to write every day and instead jumped in feet first on a purse sewing project, purchasing material and other notions to make said purse. It is noon. I have eaten breakfast. I have eaten lunch. Dinner is in the oven. But I suppose my priorities have been a bit misaligned in missing my newfound dedication to write daily.
Yesterday I did some ASL interpreting. It is always gratifying that everyone compliments me and/or my deaf companion and express interest in learning ASL, but there is never any follow through. I would be happy to have help, someone to sit and learn and try while I ran to the bathroom, etc. I would teach, tutor or suggest classes and online vlogs, but I guess no one is really very serious about learning ASL. They just want to express how “neat” they think it is.
I suppose that is what it is.
Getting back up on a horse (trying to write again) is like that first jog up the first hill. It’s hard, long, slow and feels like hell. I hope it feels better soon, but the only way for it to feel better is to do it regularly.
So here I am.
Just another Manic Monday.