Dear Rose,
Pip ran away – again! I think you were asleep – at least you didn’t emerge from your sick bed. Dad came in and told me and I hurled myself out of the bath. Had only just sent the OverAchiever out on her bike around the lake and posted on FB, when I heard panting at the front door. No, not a saucy gardener (sadly!) but one recalcitrant hound.
What is it about those heart-stopping moments when we think we’ve lost someone or something happens and you have that uneasy, sea-sick feeling that your world is shifting on tectonic plates…
Like when I was wheeled off to surgery with you after 11 hours of labour and I thought this could be it – maybe I’m gonna die!
When I got a call last week from a certain employer who I’ve been desperately courting and with my heart in my mouth I thought – this could be it, my life is about to change again…and then it didn’t 😦
And just lately my poor old Dad’s been critically ill in hospital and I’ve been thinking (or trying not to think) this could be it, the last time I speak to him.
I guess it’s called life, right?
Not to be on too much of a downer. It is the full moon, I am crook and somewhere on the pre-menstrual side of things and I did just miss out on the job of my dreams – boo hoo, poor me.
Anyway, just in case you were wondering, sometimes those heart-stopping moments are awesome! The this could be it, we’re going to kiss! The this could be it, I’m going to get published!
Okay, so there’s my sick-day philosophy. Wanna meet me for MasterChef in a while?
Mum xoxo
BIG HUGS Heather. Plenty more publishers out there !!
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Thanks Diane, it was actually a part-time gig with Geelong libraries which would have been perfect! But more time for writing, right?
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Oh Heath, you are so creative in the way you drop your heartfelt clangers. It’s good to vent. Release & push forward. There are many if us right behind, bracing you until you get your momentum again. Then we can run along side, being your personal “Rah-Rah,” team oxo
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Thanks honey 🙂 Not sure if public venting is such a great way to go 😉 Read a good article on the weekend on aging and it referred to a poem called When I am an old woman I shall wear purple – made me think of you…and me 🙂 Might write about that next!
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