posted on the Breast Health Online forum
I continue to shlog my way through The Longest Month in the History of
things are keeping me sane at the moment. I've made my
calendar, for one thing: a simple one-month calendar, taped to the
corner of my computer monitor. No flashy graphics.
No color-coding. No shrieking banners (**SECRA'S
BREAST REDUCTION COUNTDOWN!!!"**). At the end of each day I
run an X
through the date, and that's that. And
yes, the days are painfully slow to accumulate. But they're
sixteen days now.
helping me stay in the moment. I've got one of
those workhorse jobs where the paperwork never ends, and it's
always the SAME paperwork, over and over again. Ordinarily this
would probably drive me bonkers -- and someday it
may very well do that: as I've said, I've been with this job less than
a year -- but right now there is a sort of comfort
in the routine and the busy-ness of it all. No time to obsess
over anchor patterns and compression bras when you're typing rental
leases and running credit reports ... then typing
more rental leases
and running more credit
without saying, of course, that my husband is a source of calm and
comfort, even though I sense that he is undergoing his own internal
struggle over this.
are the more frivolous diversions. Ordering pajamas and button-down
shirts online. Buying fresh fruit from the
Farmer's Market on Tuesdays and Thursdays. E-mail from my
kids. A new Dean Koontz. An All-Stars season of Big Brother (my
pseudo-reality show: go Season Six!). The trick here, I
think, is to try not to think much beyond the day at hand. If
I can just focus on getting through this one day ... AND if I can find
ways to interject a little fun and
accomplishment and joy into it, along the way ...
then the other fifteen days will take care of themselves.
I'm telling myself today, anyway.
to throw a rock?