I love Anne Lamott- each time I read one of her books (Grace (eventually) is now my third), it is like catching up with an old friend. Even though I have never met her personally, I feel as though I have had had the opportunity to experience milestones and revelations with her. I have watched her son grow from childhood into adolescense, helped pray for her friends battling cancer, and commisserated with her- as we both navigate through the frustrations of this current administration.
This morning I had the opporunity to catch up with an old friend- Nole. We have been friends for a while now, and after 5 years of living in different states we now live 10 minutes from each other. Even though we live close, finding time to catch up is always difficult for both of us- the unfortunate result of busy lives.
Busi(y)ness sucks. This last summer I was busy a lot- the peril of too much travel, and constantly playing "catch-up" when in town. I am, I guess, a representation of most people in our American society- constantly trying to impress, move a step up, and "pull off" something while sacrificing quality sleep and quality time for relationships.
I missed the beautiful Bend summer- while doing and experiencing "great things." But...really...they were great things (unquote). I enjoy running around, traveling, and most times...feel I am more effective in the things I do and am involved in when life is a little bit crazy.
With that to say, I am trying to find a balance- or at least some semblence of a balance.
Nole and I are now going to be meeting once a week at the ungodly hour of 6am, but I can't tell you enough how excited I am for this. Anne (my pseudo-author friend) and I will be hopefully catching up more too...or at least for another hundred pages or so. Post that- I will be catching up again with my pseudo friends: reading Charlie's letters about being a wallflower, hearing about Dave's heartbreaking work, and laughing with my lispy friend David.
Today I am excited about what lies ahead...even the busi(y)ness. Tomorrow I may be terrified. Somewhere in between I found my need for God- I can't go at it alone, for I am human.