Letter from My 48th Year (Feb 9)
Full disclosure: No martinis were harmed in the writing of this post, but they were ingested.
That being said, today was the best of times and the worst of times.
On the one hand, thanks to Congress, I was unemployed for several hours and then suddenly, there I was employed again and expected to head back to work as if I hadn’t lost sleep wondering if I was going to be employed and for how long etcetera etcetera. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how much stress my body absorbs. I do believe that God’s got my back no matter what, but the fact is that I’m as much body and soul as I am spirit, and my spirit is many times much more of an optimist than my body and soul (by which I mean my intellect and emotions) and so I absorb stress, sometimes without knowing it, and I’m figuring out what to do about that.
On the other hand, Split this Rock published one of my poems today, a poem that I was on the verge of permanently relegating to the trash heap after a long string of rejections. Full disclosure, about 10 minutes before I sent it off for their consideration, I tweaked it a bit and then was like, well, this probably won’t help any but I’ll send it off anyway. And then they were like–yep, this is the poem I want. So, yeah, patience is something I need to keep working on cause it sometimes takes years (in this case four) before I can truly see a poem for what it is and do what I need to do to get it to its potential, thereby earning publication in an outlet I truly admire (and really never thought I’ be part of.)
In other news, I think I’m starting a podcast soon with my friend KD and when we start having guests, we plan to have both Timothee Chalamet and Armie Hammer because, really, if I’m honest, I will be obsessed with Call Me By Your Name at least till 2019.
Many apologies to anyone who’s read my poem today and thought that perhaps my blog would reach a higher level of discourse. Sigh…
Til tomorrow… when I will be high on Italian instead of martinis… or something like that.
Also, seriously, whose idea was it for me to write everyday this year NO MATTER WHAT? Sigh…