It’s the middle of a busy week: committee meetings to prep for at work, an Open House for our daughter this evening (for which we need to postpone Family Pizza Night!), roadwork on our street, fighting off allergies, homework for all three of us — Ellen, an actual student, Ben, an actual teacher, me, an actual administrator! It’s a day to embrace, and, at the same time, it could use a bit of spice! I ordered something spicy for lunch.
Since I began this blog, a few followers who have liked it are themselves bloggers. I follow one regularly and am doing a bit of shameless advertising for her: 365daysofkindness I so enjoy her writing — for me a bit on the wild side, but honest, fun, relaxed but also edgy, suspenseful, meaningful. We’ve never met, but the author is like runners I’ve been next to on a treadmill or during a race over the years whose style I admire. We often don’t speak, may just nod or smile to one another, but they inspire me to keep going, even on days where I start to think, heck, miles to go before I finish! My fellow blogger wrote today that the universe has let her know she’s on the right track with her blogging. She also wrote about being overtaken by the need to write, by knowing when ideas have found her and have not let go. Blogging has changed her as a person.
In earlier years, poetry was very much like that for me. I would be in the middle of my paper route, a poem would come rolling down the hill at me, and I would finish my route quickly to write the poem. I would set it aside for a day or two, return to it and feel a rush of excitement if and when I made it better. I was very lucky that my poems were published and recognized. Writing can be a bit lonely, but it can also be a friendship you keep for life. When one of my new poems was published last year in a national journal, I smiled like I do when I finish a marathon.
Tennis and distance running have also been lifelong friends. Because I’ve done them for so long, I know that just like writing, there are miles that are harder than others. But you make it through them, set mini-goals for the long distance, and fall into the familiar relief and lightness of head and feet when you finish! You spread your arms wide open and savor the moment.
In the coming months I’ll be training harder for my 18th marathon, and thanks to this blog, also be writing about tennis, trisomy 21, and angels who have come through for me and my family. I was thrilled to hear from a friend whose husband — Gerry — I wrote about yesterday. Mahalo to all of you for reading and sharing.