Let’s see. The semester is over; I graded all the papers and crushed the GPAs of several students when I turned in final grades. The rewrite of my book is back in New York, and I start the waiting game all over again. The Luncheon is done (except for some paperwork), and I think it went really well. So what’s a girl to do?
Go to the beach.
That’s where I am right now. Our condo is right on the beach, and I’m typing this to the sound of the surf. It’s time to relax.
Well, I’m going to try to relax.
There are several more projects in the pipeline, just waiting for me to get home. AC’s first dance recital. My baby brother-in-law’s wedding (which involves overseas travel). Synopses for my next books to write. Workshop proposals to be written and mailed off. RWA Nationals in Atlanta. So much to do.
But none of that can really be done this week, and I’ve told myself I’m not going to try. I’m not even going to think about it. I’m not good at relaxing or at sitting still, but I’m going to try. I’m going to read books, build sand castles, and frolic in the surf. DG is looking forward to having a wife who’s not consulting one of four to-do lists all the time.
The world will not stop spinning because I’m not obsessing over it, right?
So if I’m quiet this week, it’s because DG has limited my laptop time, and I can’t obsessively check my email and the blog. We’ll see if this “relaxing thing” actually works, or if it just drives me insane.
The control freak is letting go of the reins for a few days. (Only because I know one of the other Playfriends will keep the world in order.) Wish me luck.
How do you let go? How do you trust everything will get done?