On the High Wire

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high wire 1 (Photo credit: _gee_)

That’s Mrs Fringe.  You can wave, but I won’t wave back, or I’ll surely lose my balance before I’m at the halfway point.

I’m just going to ramble on a bit this evening.  Every time I sat down to post today, the phone rang or Flower Child needed help, so whatever ideas I had for a coherent post are gone.  I am sending out apologies to my fellow bloggers.  Adding a daily fiction writing block to my schedule, in addition to blogging and those other couple of things I do has me working hard on my time management skills, and I need to catch up on what everyone else has been doing.

I’ve felt like I’m up on a high wire for quite a while now, but with my new commitment to, umm…what was that again?  Oh yeah, me.  And writing…it’s a little different, because I’m trying to add in a bit of style and stay upright, not just hanging on with my pinkies.  I think starting to blog was me opening my eyes.  I’ve yet to look down.  In case you’re wondering, standing up feels great, but it’s a whole lot harder than keeping my act limited to not letting go.

Vwoop.  That’s the sound of another safety net being whisked away.  Man Child leaves on Monday morning to start an internship.  I’ve been trying to get as much done as possible this weekend while I’ve still got him here.  Groceries, dry goods, and the best pizza in the neighborhood, because they don’t deliver.  Shocking, isn’t it?  A NY pizza place that doesn’t deliver.  I’d be fine if the guys on the next block with the tasteless, rubbery cheese pizza didn’t deliver.  Protip: If you come to visit and want really good NY pizza, go to Brooklyn.

I did have an excellent adventure yesterday morning.  Can you guess?Can You Guess?

How about now?

How about now?

Grand Central Station.  I haven’t been there in eons, but I went yesterday, and had the pleasure of meeting Caitlin Kelly, of the Broadside Blog. For the record, she is every bit as smart, sophisticated, and lovely in person as she seems to be on her blog.  I had a blast.  We got to know each other a bit, and spent a while talking about writing, ideas, life, and careers.  I walked away feeling energized.  Yup, Mrs Fringe being a grown up woman.

Flower Child was home sick from school, but Man Child was able to postpone his plans and babysit.  Thank you! Even the rain held off, so I was able to wear my favorite boots.  Why are my favorite winter boots suede?  Because they’re awesome, I can’t believe you needed to ask.

I miss that too brief period in my life when I was actively involved with writers groups, attending conferences and taking myself seriously in a way that resulted in a lot of fun. Hence my high wire routine.  It’s definitely harder than it once was (hell, getting up from the floor is harder than it once was), but I’m doing it.

19 comments

  1. I am soooooo jealous! I miss NYC like a lover – I’ve been gone now *almost* as long as I lived in the Apple (NOT my intention when I moved away).

    One of my goals (for this year and/or next) is to – somehow – get my booty back to my City. It’s the *only* one that keeps my hours (which tend toward the vampire – Cincinnati rolls up the sidewalks before I get finished with my work”day”)

    Happy New Year! I hope your holidays were happy.

    Mine were v-e-r-y quiet. Since the triple transitions of October, I have been giving myself time to grieve and heal. I’ve been barely a presence in the blog-o-sphere for the last couple of months. Most of my writing has been confined to my journals and lists, which has been extremely helpful.

    Thanks for liking my recent “grad” post, btw. This was/is an amazing group. Since biz partner Peggy Ramundo & I were mightily distracted this year with colleague & dear friend Kate Kelly’s near death in January, subsequent dx and cancer treatment, then with the logistics of her memorial following her eventual passing in October, I don’t know if we could have kept all the balls in the air had they been otherwise.

    I know I could not have, in any event, since my Dad and a close college friend died in the same period.

    Onward and upward in 2013!

    Madelyn Griffith-Haynie, CMC, SCAC, MCC
    – ADD Coaching Field co-founder –
    (ADDandSoMuchMore and ADDerWorld – dot com!)
    “It takes a village to transform a world!”

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    1. Ouch, I’m so sorry for the losses you suffered. 2012 was a similar year for me, the middle 6 months felt like a round robin of funerals, wakes, and memorial services.

      Time for healing and grieving is important, I think it’s the only way we can truly move forward.

      I’m glad your most recent group of grads was so empowering 🙂

      I hope you can get to NY, if only for a quick visit–if/when you do, let me know 🙂

      Wishing you peace, happiness, and success for 2013!

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      1. Thanks – and my condolences to you as well. Tough times for those of us left behind when those we love transition.

        RE: NYC – My late sister’s 20-somethings are in NY metro, and the youngest ran the idea of the 3 of us living TOGETHER up my flagpole. Lots of pros *and* cons there, but I’m thinking it over.

        I will *definitely* let you know if I go for a visit and we MUST get together while I’m there. Right NOW I’m recovering from Xmas checks and saving my pennies for the eventual move – you know how pricey it is to move IN.

        I will have to come to find a place, however – would be good to team it with a seminar or something to help fund the trip, which I will do if I have the cognitive bandwidth for the admin (not my strength!)

        May 2013 be EVERYTHING you want it to be.

        xx,
        mgh

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