Stream of Consciousness Sunday: Fear of Missing Out

This weekend, bloggers from all over gathered for BlogHer ’13. I wasn’t there. And I was ok with that.

But still, there’s always a fear of missing out on things that are fun and exciting.

Today’s (totally optional) prompt:

What do you fear you’re missing when you can’t attend something?

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As a general rule, I don’t feel like I have to do what everybody else is doing. But sometimes, you know, sometimes I feel like I’m missing out. Right now many of my blogger friends are in Chicago at BlogHer. This time last year I was there with Crystal, having a blast in NYC. This year, I’m in NC with my husband and son having a blast.

It’s different. And my trip is absolutely wonderful.

But I’m sitting here wondering what I am missing out on.

Parties and sessions, hanging out between events, Voices of the Year keynotes, and swag galore… One on one fun with computer-turned-real-life friends, naps if I feel like it, and drinks at the bar with total strangers.

I fear missing out on the fun.

But what I would fear the most, if I had gone there this year, is missing out on the amazing fun I am having this weekend. And THAT fun is bigger and better than anything else that’s out there.

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This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

  • Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
  • Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
  • Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
  • Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post (in the sidebar). .
  • Link up your post below.
  • Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.

Stream of Consciousness Sunday: Starting Over

Today’s going to be another day of free writing. I don’t know about you, but I’ve really enjoyed just dumping my brain. So what’s on your mind today? What do you have plans to do? What do you want to vent about for 5 minutes?

Time starts now…

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I made a goal today.

I’m going to lose 20 pounds by November 9. I don’t think that’s a whole lot. In fact, it’s not much at all. Starting on Monday, I’m going to start watching what I eat again, after having a full physical and talking to my doctor about my thyroid levels and anxiety.

Training for my next half marathon starts Monday, too. I’ve been a slacker for the last few months, but now the countdown starts for the November 9 Wine & Dine Half Marathon at Disney. Jason and Henry will be running with me for the 5k, so hopefully they’ll get out and moving, too.

Monday I will be back at work for the first time since a week ago (plus a little). I’ve been on a buying trip (which is actually work) and feel like I’m going to be slammed when I get back but at the same time, I feel like I’ll be starting over. It’s been fairly slow and I was pretty caught up before I left. Hopefully it won’t be crazy, but if it is, I feel like I might be ok.

I have goals for starting over… starting on Monday. But for today, I’m going to enjoy myself and be unregimented. One last hoorah.

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This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

  • Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
  • Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
  • Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
  • Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post (in the sidebar). .
  • Link up your post below.
  • Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.

Mom Guilt

But mom, I want to sleep late and stay home and play with my toys.

Can’t you take the summer off?

You used to be home all the time.

Can we just move back to Fort Valley? It smelled better than Atlanta and you didn’t have to go to work. And I want my chickens back.

Working Mom Guilt. I have it.

Almost a year ago, when I started back to work for the first time in a very long time, Henry and I started on the same day. Summer was over and nothing was really different except he got to ride a bus from school and hang out with other kids for a few hours each day.

But summer. Oh, summer. What a different story it has been!

Every day there is a new reason he doesn’t want to go. A new reason he wants me to stay home. A new reason for me to feel bad.

I can’t blame him for wanting to sleep late and have playdates. All my life, growing up, I got to do just that. We went to the pool, had mid-week sleepovers, went to movies, we did it all.

As a growing boy and an only child, I WANT that for him.

But I also love being able to bring in extra income so we can do fun things like go to Disney for his birthday, head to Boone, NC for a concert, eat out whenever we want to… but those things are hard to explain to an 8 year old. He gets it, but only until the next day when he has yet another reason he wants to not do what he has to.

On the other hand, I miss being home like crazy. I miss the freedom of lunching with friends, grocery shopping at 7am when nobody else is around, going to a matinee with Henry… I miss being a full-time, stay at home mom.

Honestly, it’s hard enough when I think it all in my head, but then when he gets upset and says things like, “All my other friends get to stay home with their moms,” (which is totally not true… not ALL of them do) it’s hard not to let that guilt fester.

Sure, I probably don’t have to work, but I enjoy it. Even on days I don’t want to go and want to sleep late, I really enjoy my job and enjoy being able to make a little income so we can have fun.

And I know at the end of the day, he enjoys going to his day care/day camp. It’s just not what we’re both used to.

One day, kiddo. One day.

Stream of Consciousness Sunday: A Week of Mondays

Freeeeeeeee writing!

Get your timers ready… set them to five minutes… and write!

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This week was a week of Mondays. Some might say it was a week of Fridays, though.

I worked three days, like most of y’all did. Only I worked Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. How screwed up is that?

Well, it was screwed up enough I thought each day was a Monday. And now I have no idea what day it is.

With all the rain and flooding and storming we’re having here in Atlanta, it’s been dark and gloomy, making it even more discombobulating. And that’s saying a lot coming from somebody who is chipper and excited about days like that.

With a water main break at work and no water (read: no toilets) on Wednesday and Friday there, the days surely felt like the Mondayest of Mondays.

But now it’s Sunday. And it most certainly doesn’t feel like a Monday.

Did you have a week of Mondays?

(this was a true, honest to goodness, brain dump… wow, what terrible sentences)

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This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

  • Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
  • Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
  • Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
  • Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post (in the sidebar). .
  • Link up your post below.
  • Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.

What a Peachy Run That Was!

What a Peachy Run That Was!

Every 4th of July for all my life, I’ve known people who have trekked up I-75 to run the World’s Largest 10k, the AJC’s Peachtree Road Race. I’ve always thought it was insane that people would willingly and excitedly run in the hottest part of the year in Georgia. It never excited me, obviously, because I wasn’t a runner.

But I am now. And the idea still hasn’t excited me.

Yet I joined the Atlanta Track Club so I would get a number (a perk of ATC membership) and be guaranteed a spot in this huge race.

Yet I didn’t really want to run it. WHY? Because it’s hot. And running in the heat isn’t exciting. And it gives me a headache and knocks me out for the rest of the day. And it makes me throw up. So yeah, not excited.

But the time was drawing near… and the weather was getting worse and worse. Not the heat… the rain. Atlanta has had 20 billion inches of rain this spring and this week was no different. All week, the weather guys were preparing us for the worst… possible storms, torrential rain, flooding.

This morning, Sharon and I were driven down to Peachtree Road and dropped off as close as we could get. There were a few raindrops early. Just enough to make us put on our trash bags. But right before the start, it stopped!

And didn’t rain another drop until it was over.

I had caught up with Marybeth since Sharon was up in a faster start wave. We decided we would run together and try to push each other, but not die trying!

Jill and Kyle, the Queen and King of the Start, caught up with us and we ran together for a few minutes.

I have to say, other than Cardiac Hill, it was a great course. The long downhill for the 2nd and 3rd miles really helped our time. We were able to run pretty much that entire time, posting some pretty fast times for us.

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The sights along the way weren’t new to me. I drive the route on Peachtree weekly it seems. But it took on a different life with big groups of people partying and hanging out along the way. Running through a Holy Water sprinkler and getting some from the Priest was nifty!

The most moving part had to be running walking up Cardiac Hill towards Piedmont Hospital, passing the Shepard Center where a dozen or so patients in wheelchairs were hanging out on the sidewalk, cheering the runners along. It’s motivating to run harder because you’re passing people who likely will never walk again, let alone run. And here they were, cheering US along… Cardiac Hill was for Lauren.

The run was uneventful. We walked when we felt like it and ran when we felt like it. And still finished strong!

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My official time from the Atlanta Track Club is at 1:27:02. My watch time is 1:26:08. I think you know which one I’ll claim :)

I’ll be very honest here. I don’t know if I need to run this one again. I don’t do well in the heat and I feel like I won the weather lottery, with cloudy and 70 degree weather.

But I don’t ever say “never” anymore, so who knows!

I can say I’ve been there, done that, got the t-shirt and the peaches! And didn’t get locked in a port-a-potty.

Happy 4th of July, y’all.

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