Reading Medicine Woman by Lucy H Pearce currently. A good book. It highlights a lot of the issues we have today with seeking health and healing, particularly we women.
I don’t tend to read a LOT of non-fiction these days. Maybe it’s because I’m a writer, but I find a lot of non-fiction writing to be full of supposition and personal opinion with some statistics thrown in. (Outside of reading about philosophy or psychology or history, that sort of thing, outside of informational and educational reading) much of what is out there might fall under self-help and will outline someone’s idea of what one should do, and hey, there’s nothing wrong with that, I’d just mostly rather, at this point in my life, think for myself. I’ve spent a lot of time figuring out a lot of things, (so much so that I might write my own book so that I could share with others what they should do–hehe–) but nah. I have a manuscript begun that is part autobiography and part “things I’ve learned” but I don’t know if I’ll ever finish it for publication. I have a tendency to want to encourage people to think for themselves (in fact the manuscript I’m speaking of is chock full of that kind of encouragement) but there is so much personal and family and past relationship in it, that it was cathartic for me to write, but not necessarily something I’m ready to share. And even if I wanted to do so, there is still much work to be done on it.
Also waiting to be completed is my beachy novel about a server on Flagler Beach; her life and times and struggles and loves. I’ve so NOT been in the mood to write these past months, (at least not on larger projects) so I’ve become the Queen of Procrastination. I write poetry occasionally, draw, color, and I’ve been in a season of reading a TON. I’ve always been a big reader, but in the last six months I’ve been out-doing even my own self, averaging three to four books a week. (I’ve always felt that if I’m not writing, I should be reading, it’s almost the only acceptable substitute.)
And then there’s streaming TV and time-sucking gaming, oh so much gaming.
I’ve seen most of my kids n grands in recent months, though the Virginia wing of the fam I’m still anxious to see. I’d love for them to fly out, but also I’d love to feel it’s perfectly safe for them to fly. Maybe I want a guarantee that cannot be given. But hopefully soon.
I finally decided to get the vax, chose the one I wanted and I’ve taken one dose, the other to come Thursday. In the end, I’m more afraid of my bod reacting badly to Covid-19 than I am of the vax. It’s a scary world.
Seems Georgia is lifting their mask mandate and many, if not all, of their Covid restrictions. (Two of our kids live there with their families.) Florida governor says something similar is in the works for us here as well. Maybe we are at a point where the worst is truly behind us. I’ve been slowly beginning to socialize with those outside of my household again, and it’s both exciting and scary. I joked the other day, “Pam Swyers: Socially awkward since the 70’s, waaayy super socially awkward since 2019.” For realz.
Nothing newly earth-shattering for me to share today. Hoping to see a friend tomorrow, then I admit I’m nervous about my second shot, will be glad when that’s behind me.
We’re slowly beginning to peek out around the corner, gently step out into the sun, and try to feel normal again. It feels good, I gotta say. High fives and elbow rubs to all, as we navigate the real world again. Let’s be kind to one another, yes??
Peace Out.