March 29, 2002
Quiet Bliss
It's been an absolutely idyllic week for me. I can't remember if I've mentioned that my workplace moved (and am too lazy to look up). Same company, but my department moved to a new office because we outgrew the old one. My first day in the new office was Monday. I adore it. Not only is my desk bigger (at least, I think it is), but I have a window. Not nearby, but right at my desk. I look up from my computer and I have a vast expanse of glass to look through so I can admire the three pine trees standing in front of tons of earthmoving equipment -- there's construction next door. And thanks to the wondrous variety of Michigan weather, in this past week I've seen it rain, I've seen it snow, and I've seen sunlight. Not only that, it's been blessedly quiet at work. I was able to unpack in relative peace.
Beyond that, I've been able to devote a substantial amount of time to writing, both at work and away from work. In preparation for Julie's brainchild, which grew into The April Hour-A-Day Dare, I've been getting up a little bit earlier in the mornings and going to Starbucks as early as 7am to write before work. I love it. I mean, I really love it. It's been a fantastic way to start my mornings. I never would have believed it. By the time I get to work I feel mentally alert and refreshed, ready to work because I've already spent my time for me. This week I've finished up one story, jumped back into another one, and sent a rejected story back into circulation to another magazine. I'm feeling very much like a virtuous writer.
Life has been quiet all around this week. It's been a good thing, a thing that makes me feel content, and happy. Now if I can just get my house cleaned up this weekend, I'm sure I'll be the most blissful person in the county.
