i feel so wordless lately. i suppose it’s because i’ve been lost in thousands and thousands of my own words while editing the manuscript. it’s already been through one round of edits with jessica, my very patient and lovely editor. now it’s my turn. of course i’ve totally underestimated the amount of time needed for such endeavors so there have been some long days around here. the perfectionist in me wants to dissect and rework and rearrange paragraphs and write more and on and on. it’s quite the process..deciding what to add, what to cut, what parts don’t feel quite right and how to fix them, etc. but the good news is this: i feel really solid about this book. it’s coming together. it’s got heart. and ideas. and projects + techniques. and a lot of musings and thoughts. i’m thankful for loving it right now because a few weeks ago i was afraid. afraid that the heart never made it into the original manuscript and that i’d have to do some serious soul digging to find it. but, it’s there. it’s there.
today, my dog bella and i did something we’ve never done before. we walked directly across the street and entered the park, full to the brim with grass and trees and land. ‘no dogs allowed’ my ass (pardon me). today we were rebellious. today, we found all sorts of new treasures just outside our front door. today we ran and tried to eat goose poop (i mean she tried to eat goose poop) and did a pretty good job at distracting ourselves while missing our favorite person in the world: john.
i’m trying to use the personal time alone to remember this (because it has always been true and something we talk about often):