I am a bubble off plumb.
There is too much good stuff going on in my life. My amazing daughter — my only child — is graduating from high school. She leaves for college next month. I spent five days in Louisiana covering the oil spill and then two days in Boston interviewing doctors at McLean Hospital and meeting Glenn Close and her sister. My calendar is booked with speaking gigs, dinner parties and lunches. I won a prestigious writing award. My daughter won a scholarship. I got a raise. My orchids are blooming. I lost a couple of pounds. My dog stopped drinking from the toilet.
Life is good. Too good. I am diggin’ this. Wow. Pinch me. I want to wring every drop of excitement out of all this good fortune. I want to wring it so hard that there is nothing left. Bone dry. I am not used to this much good stuff in my life at one time. I have a lot more experience dealing with a lot of bad stuff happening all at once. Trust me, I am not complaining but the mania triggered by a cascade of good fortune is much more fun than the mania of misfortune.
I really like being manic and this happy-driven mania is really something. I just can’t stop writing and talking and cleaning and hyper-tasking. This is awesome. Too awesome. My mind is beginning to race. I start one task without finishing another. I count; the pace of my own footsteps and the clothespins as I hang the laundry. I have vivid dreams. I talk and talk and talk. I vibrate.
My nurse practitioner must have felt it because she called me back immediately after I left her a message this afternoon. I missed my appointment with her when I was in Louisiana. I called to reschedule. She called me right back and asked if I could come in Monday. Ruh-roh.
Until then I am going to roll with it. There is a marathon spin class at the gym on Saturday morning. A dinner party Saturday and Sunday nights. Plenty of yard work to do. The dog needs a bath. My bike needs a new tire. Maybe I will bake a loaf of bread…
Don’t worry. Monday is only three days away.