I am sure many of you currently have an elephant on your plate too. SO, you might ask, How do you eat the elephant?
One bite at a time. And you have to forget about stuffing in the green beans or the corn pudding. If you want to eat the elephant, you can’t have room for the things that are NOT the elephant. Five Full Plates? Is not The Elephant. Not for any of us.
You can find us whining about our elephants (and hopefully stuffing them down and digesting them) on our own individual blogs (links in the sidebar of 5FP). My elephant is made up of 50% parts FINISHING THIS *@^_%#$(@&_#&_*@+ novel, 40% WIFE-n-MOMing (which currently seems to mean blowing kisses at my husband on my way to take my kids to ballet-crosscountry-youthgroup-jazzdancing-school-choir-playdates), and 20% part prepping to teach, 10% being a friend and an active member of a community, and 10% worrying. Yes, I know that equals 130%. That’s kind of the problem.
Yes, I am going to be teaching in the spring. I will be visiting faculty for one semester—details to come. For now I will say, I am wildly excited as I love teaching but never have time for it and my CV was falling so far out of date it was as if it followed Dina down the rabbithole and was currently making out with the Mock Turtle and reminiscing about all the drugs it took in the 60’s.
I finally decided the only way to have time for it was to commit to do it and be all Psycho-Costner and cue the whispery voices to say “If you commit to it, the time will come.” I hope they are truthful voices. OR maybe I will be so overwhelmed my head will pop off and roll off merrily down the street like that bouncy ball at the bottom of the TV who squashes the lyrics.If B? I hope it bounces on the RELENTLESS CHIPMUNK who is even now chirruping endlessly away right outside my office window, and I hope his voice box is permanently smashed and he lives out the rest of his tiny overly cute stripey-butted flip-tailed life making nothing but huffy breath noise that only the ants next door can hear.
As for Five Full Plates? We are not taking it down, in the spirit of HOPE. We plan to LEAVE IT THERE sitting quietly and assume our lives will calm down. Three of us are finishing novels, two of us are entering new phases in their lives, two of us have health issues, five of us are neurotic, one of us is swamped with travel, all of us have thousands of little and large and even grown-up children in our houses, needing things, all of us are in love and hope to make out with our husbands again before we die.
The irksome thing is I did all this FASHIONY CRAP in prep to actually NOT FAILING an 5FP challenge. I failed every one of them, spectacularly,so far, But this one, I had set my knob to TOTAL TRIUMPH. Perhaps I will blog that here, in a feature we call Fashion Friday and that I will post on randomly every week or two on any day except Friday. Because that’s how me and my single threadbare moth-suck-covered hole infested organizational skill roll…