It may be a deceitful title…as you are likely expecting something much sexier than what you are about to read…but…
I’ve not been writing much on the blog as of late. My work life has taken me down a road I never planned nor wanted to travel, and now I am online much of the day, planning, writing emails, attending virtual meetings. It’s laborious and leaves me wanting nothing to do with the computer after I am done.
Yesterday, I got out the magnetic poetry…just to get away from the screen for awhile…and in an effort to find a way to create in a non-digital atmosphere. I piled those little tiles into nouns, adjectives/adverbs, verbs, etc. and then just played.
It felt good.
But, I’m also not in a great place with Mr. D. As my job has infiltrated my life in a wholly new and astounding way, I’ve undergone a resurgence of the kind of stress I normally only see at the beginning of the work year. That stress has seen me working long hours and focusing too much mental energy on work and not enough on my marriage.
We had it out last night…late…just like we have promised we wouldn’t.
This poem is a result of my feelings surrounding that interaction.