tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13317565.post4205279427298709097..comments2023-09-26T05:17:03.441-04:00Comments on Watering Place: I'm Still Still HereMomVeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17588386837610400000noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13317565.post-30234196005568496792009-04-22T11:24:00.000-04:002009-04-22T11:24:00.000-04:00Hi!
I actually found your blog because, in true mo...Hi!<br />I actually found your blog because, in true modern fashion, I am avoiding work by browsing through bloggers who list some of the same Favorite Movies on their profiles as I do---in this case, "Metropolitan."<br /><br />I felt moved to respond to this with something inspiring from Martha Beck, writer (of personal coaching type stuff, with a spiritual and humorous slant) and mother. Beck was struggling to finish her PhD dissertation after the birth of her third child, I think it was, and decided she would write just one hour a day. Nothing happened. So she cut it to half an hour. Still nothing. So she cut it to 15 minutes a day, and that she could and did do!<br /><br />Though I have no kids, I am a champion procrastinator (a skill nicely honed by the blogosphere) and I can entirely relate.<br /><br />Good luck with everything!Frescahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15323129046492056942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13317565.post-48817311630059150372009-02-01T01:21:00.000-05:002009-02-01T01:21:00.000-05:00Wait, there's no centerfold here?Wait, there's no centerfold here?Peterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04692371258444154274noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13317565.post-32569762787117394722009-01-31T09:11:00.000-05:002009-01-31T09:11:00.000-05:00Hey, MomVee - thanks for the link! I think about s...Hey, MomVee - thanks for the link! <BR/><BR/>I think about single-mindedness a lot, and not just in these newborn times of single-handedness. A thousand years ago, in high school, I could sit down at the piano and not get up until I'd learned to play "We Didn't Start the Fire" by ear. (Try not to be jealous of the awesomeness. Or, now that I think of it, the terrific irony of that choice of song for this story.) Since then, though, that kind of focus really does not come naturally. I can't figure out whether having it was the side-effect of all the adolescent hormonal nonsense, or whether the lack of it is a side-effect of the liberal arts and multi-tasking training that followed. Either way, I'm not sure humanity has suffered much from my failure to cover Maroon 5 in the basement during law school; but it's hard not to pine for the simplicity sometimes.<BR/><BR/>I really do hope you continue blogging on a broad spectrum, though, because sometimes you are super-creepy-astute, in the best possible way. Umami Girl is the direct result of a craving for a little pocket of focus. The craving is a result of a decade of taking liberal arts to the extreme - always choosing the self-improvement path on the decision tree over the one that came more naturally, and ending up in a totally unrecognizable place, both professionally and, sometimes, in that pesky internal monologue. Through it all, there's been one constant clue about the subject I should focus on (and I am not fictionalizing in the least): every time I brainstorm anything, ever, the first thought I have is "pizza." Not so much that I want some, just that there it is. Pizza. <BR/><BR/>We'll see what comes of all this, though it's worth noting that I took a break in the middle of writing this to nurse the baby, make a pot of oatmeal, and check out the preschooler's pretend seat belt slash hazardously short pretend jump rope....umami girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792427285928747noreply@blogger.com