This weekend. I’m doing two things, and two things only: writing and preparing.
Writing: I’m dedicating one full day — 8-10 hours — to writing my next short story in my series. I’m going to publish it on Amazon Kindle sometime this month, and I’ve already plotted it out. Now, the fun really begins. I can’t wait to spend more time with my characters and send them on the next leg of their journey.
Preparing: Monday is the first official day of Marie Forleo’s B-School. Already, I’ve learned so much from going through the pre-course materials, it’s rather mind boggling. I’ve been sick this whole week and have had nothing to do but work on all this (fun) stuff. Today, after probably 60 hours spent this week on working through everything, I finally honed in on what it is that I can offer to people as a business. We’ll see if it holds up to B-School scrutiny. This weekend, I’m going to review all my pages and pages of notes one more time.
I’ll share more in the weeks to come re B-School. As freaked out and intimidated as I am about being in this crowd of (mostly) women entrepreneurs, I will keep going. What makes it difficult for me is knowing that if all of this stuff didn’t happen to me, I might have been one of them at age 30. Or I might have been a professor of English, or a big-time author, or a really fantastic mom, or all three of those things. It’s hard not to be sad and wish I could go back in time, start again, have my life: my real life.
I remember getting a close-up demonstration by a master glass blower in Murano, Italy, a couple of years ago. He took a blob of glass and shaped it into a vessel that will probably last for centuries, unless someone drops it on the floor.
I feel like that sometimes. I’m a 51-year-old woman who is trying to recycle the pieces of a broken life into someone whole, forged by fire … but still fragile.