“Farewell and adieu to you fair Spanish Ladies. Farewell and adieu you Ladies of Spain…”
Don’t be alarmed.
This could be a good thing.
I might not be finishing Nano Poblano this year.
Today is Day 17. I don’t know what that means to anyone else participating in NaBloPoMo and/or its happier-go-luckier sister with all the smiling Peppers, but for me, today, it means re-evaluation. Not because of a date on the calendar, but because today I woke up before the sunrise and, in the dark, realized that writing to be read every day for one month out of the year just wasn’t on my top 10 list of things I need to do to get through Day 17.
It’s nothing personal.
I’ve noticed in the course of the last week or so, about the time my second granddaughter was being born, that a few… and then a few more… Peppers were missing from the daily call to post on Facebook. Then a couple of days later, even more stopped showing up in my WordPress reader. And then came this morning, and the realization that I might soon be among their number.
Today, in my newsfeed, reading media posts that my non-blogging friends shared, I read more than one thing on ‘self-care’ and ‘gratitude’. And those got me thinking even more about what I woke up with on my mind, in the dark, before the larger-than-usual coffee and the 6 a.m. showing of Jaws on Showtime Extreme®. Got me thinking that maybe this was my day to join the fallen. I mean, nobody wants to go down like Quint. We all want to be Brody, blowing up the shark and kicking into shore, still alive as the credits roll.
But this month has me feeling a lot like Quint, black smoke pouring out of an engine running on salt water and stripped gears, and the sound of “Spanish Ladies” playing in my head, telling me that I may be done.
Then again, if this day ends with me blowing up the shark, I might spend the rest of the month kicking into shore on the last two yellow barrels, looking for a sequel to the story of what got us here in the first place. Till then,
“Farewell and adieu to you fair Spanish Ladies. Farewell and adieu you Ladies of Spain. For we’ve received orders for to sail back to Boston, and so, nevermore, will we see you again.”
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