Thankful #15

Thankful #15: No Time to Write Thankfuls

I've been remiss so I apologize to those few people who actually read my blog (OK, one person--Mom)
Like I told her, I've had no time to write thankfuls. After considering that for a bit, I decided that I'm thankful for that.
I've gone into the whirlwind of phase two of my story writing. I go through phases where I am absolutely obsessed with it--to the point that I zone out of conversations because I am creating plot lines--and annoy the heck out of Mom with psycho-analysis of each individual characters (if so and so was raised this way, do you really think she'd do that?) I have been typing so much my hands ache constantly and I couldn't be happier. It's like a testament that I am doing what I'm supposed to be doing. I love it so that my body wears from it.
So, when I'm not typing/constructing/editing/bothering my Mom until the wee hours, I am taking care of Oliver, who is a feisty, busy, healthy 10 month old. He's in to everything all the time, is a ham who is in constant want of my attention.
My time is consumed by so many things:
A decent paying job; so much family that I have to divide my time with; friends always calling, with exciting and different things to do. A husband to carve out quality time with.
I often complain about not having enough down time. I often complain I'm too busy. What an absurd thing to complain about when the alternative would be so depressing. Family that doesn't want to see you, no friends, no love, no child. There are so many people who love me that my cup runneth over.
A girl is lucky to have a plate so full