"So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."
-F. Scott Fitzgerald in The Great Gatsby
The Great Gatsby has always been one of my favorite books, and that last line cuts deeply for me because it is so blatantly true.
I'm not giving up on NaBloPoMo. I loved the idea when I first heard about it, and I still do. Maybe forcing myself to write will drag me out of my funk. Thanks Sparklie Sunshine and Mr. Toast for the encouragement!
This weekend was supposed to be my big Olympic Coast hike. I'm sticking it out with NaBloPoMo, but I'm chickening out on my hike. Any other time (if I were myself) I'd be dying to go, but I just can't be motivated to trudge through the mud and rain right now. We've had record rain here this week, and there is flooding all over the place. It's a good time to stay warm and dry. Instead, B. and I are roadtripping it. We're headed to Eugene (about a 400 mile drive) in the morning to drop the kiddos at Dan's mom's house, and then we're going to wander up the Oregon coast and let spontaneity run it's course. (This translates as 'I feel too crappy to think about caring to try to plan ahead right now so we'll just have to end up wherever we do.' Heh.) I'm going to try posting from my cell phone while I'm gone, but I've gotta admit that the whole mobile posting thing is pretty new to me, so if my posts don't show up or they're all funky, I'll fix them when I get back. There *will* be a post for every day, no matter what!!! :)
I've gotta say, be careful what you wish for. I may get frustrated sometimes, but I love my friend B dearly. She's moving out of state at the end of the month, so this weekend is kind of our last hurrah before she's gone, girls night out on crack if you will. Yes, that's a figure of speech. There will be no crack involved. There won't even be alcohol, thanks to my wonderful and evil new prescription drugs. That's a whole new post on it's own though, best saved for another day. Lord knows I'll find myself with nothing to say on another day this month, and there it'll be. I'm really going to miss her! I feel more alone every day.