Letting Go

Did you ever feel a little bit like you were sick but had so much to do, so you kept moving, moving, moving, and then the moment you stop moving it hits you like out of nowhere--you're beat. You can't move.

I have two more weeks of the early morning airport shifts and today around 9:00 a.m. while I listened to the Ops guys try to figure out where a lone trombone had come from ("Copy that. Did you say trombone? As in the instrument? Copy.") I realized that I just. can't. do. it. Anymore. It as in work 6:00-11:30 and then edit for 8 hours. I asked for a sick day as an editor and spent the entire day sleeping. Had a lovely dream that Michelle Obama had sent me a facebook message congratulating me on the book.

Then I got up and finally did it. I put my Jeep up for sale on cars.com. Would rather not, but it's past time now to let it go. I also brought two bags of clothes and shoes to the Co-op charity drop. So far, I haven't had any thoughts of trying to dive in and rescue any singular piece of clothing. So far, so good. I did, though, take out exactly three items and one pair of fantastic boots (what was I thinking to get rid of those?!).

Tomorrow, a new day. Lost Edens officially launches and hopefully, maybe, someone will read.