My First Day of Summer

Some of you are jealous.

The same some of you think I'm an overachiever. Or more so OCD.

I think I'm crazy. I get bored and anxious so quickly. Hence, this blog.

On my first day of summer, you would expect me to: sleep in, not shower, catch up on marathons such as Work Out or Shear Genius, maybe take a nap outside in the sun.

I have done none of these things.

Instead, I got up at 7 a.m., did Pilates, emailed, reorganized my closet (washed and stored winter clothes, made a donate pile, & made a consignment pile), started our regular laundry, cleaned stained coffee mugs (put 2 T. of baking soda in each mug, boil water, pour water in mugs and let stand for an hour, wash by hand & stains will be gone), called our CPA about tax write-offs, called State Farm about life insurance, cleaned outside furniture, grocery shopped, and searched for favorite poets who might have web sites/blogs (only found Matthea Harvey's web site, but wanted to find web sites/blogs for Eula Biss, Daisy Fried, Alice Fulton, Barbara Maloutas, Amy Newman, Harriette Mullen, Laura Mullen, Kate Northrop, Claudia Rankine, Carol Snow, and Dean Young--I'd be happy to create a kick ass web site for any of these fine poets, just let me know!).

See, I'm crazy, but you loved my cleaning tips! Admit it...

Seriously, how can a writer be bored? I'm bored because I'm procrastinating. Because I don't feel like writing. And then I feel guilty because every writer should want to write, right? So then I start working and cleaning. (You can totally see now why Mrs. Meyers is under my favorite things. And I like the whole uniform smell thing. Lavendar is the best scent. I'm OCD. I know, I know.) Then my problem is I work too quickly and multi-task too well that by 3 p.m. I was bored again. (Believe me, I HATE 8-5 jobs. I could do all the work is 2 hours. Teaching is way better for me.)

I pray summer isn't like this...bored, OCD, bored, OCD again. I'll drive myself and hubby mad!

I know if I start reading, I'll start feeling like writing. I'm just nervous. It's been awhile. And I'm interested in writing non-fiction, which I haven't done before, so I'm even more anxious, which makes me OCD. What's my problem?

[I'm writing this more for me than you. Is that OK?]

I'll make more to-do lists, I think. I have to make my summer home improvement list and my summer reading list. Of course, I'm going to refer to the Common Reading Experience blog for fiction and non-fiction suggestions as well as recommendations from friends and mentors.

I'm grateful I'm creating an online class this summer. That will keep me busy. A whole lot of busy. And I have trips planned...

My problem is I have no idea how to relax.

I inherited that from my father.

Thank you, Pops.