Friday, August 25, 2006


Oh yes. *wriggling eyebrows*
There are ALL sorts of rhythm. *grins*
But I'm talking about the rhythm of our lives.

Since taking this job, I've lost my rhythm a bit. I'm so tired by the end of the day, I forget what I have to do. The only thing that comes to mind is getting out of my clothes and taking off my shoes. That's the sum of it.
I need the rhythm to accomplish things. To make them smooth. Or at least, as smooth as they can be.
The chickens are finding their rhythm with school starting and me not being here when they get home after school. And there are adjustments being made.
But I'm still trying to find the balance. Between work and writing work. It's better. And I'm hoping for even a little more smooth by the beginning of September. My body will adjust to being up by 7:00 am to get the chickens off and getting ready for my own day.

I don't like the scattered and sporadic. I need the rhythm. The cadence of my world when things have begun to shift into their proper spot.
I'm writing today. Kids are at school. And besides the psychotic kitty, it's quiet here. I feel my seams mend to create the rhythm I need. To shift.
And it's a welcome feeling.


Tori Lennox said...

Yeah, I really dislike this new job of yours. *g*

Nancy J. Bond said...

Crystal said: I feel my seams mend to create the rhythm I need. To shift.

I hear you on "coming apart at the seams". :) We're still waiting for my grandbaby to arrive -- he's late, he's late, for a very important date! I'd like to find some glue to mend my seams.

Kudos to you. :)

Lyvvie said...

*Offers up a drink to toast* to Rhythym!!

Olga said...

I hear you on being tired. Hugs, Chrys*, and I hope you'll find your rythm soon!