“So be sure when you step
Step with care and great tact
And remember that Life’s
A Great Balancing Act.
Just never forget to be dexterous and deft
And never mix up your right foot with your left.
And will you succeed?
Yes, you will indeed!
(98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.)”
So after attending a workshop in Soho about negotiating book contracts, I didn’t make it home until nearly 12ish. I hailed a cab after work to take my achy body to the Metro North station. It’s the only way to travel from Riverdale to lower Manhattan expediently and stylishly. After the workshop, my adorable husband picked me up so we could make the mad dash together to Grand Central station to catch the Metro North train back up to our farflung neighborhood. Or maybe it’s Soho that’s farflung? Whatever.
It was a dreary Thursday, one of those that smells like rain and makes me feel like the Energizer bunny who could only afford 99 cents store batteries. I thought my boss was going to fire me when he called me into his office but instead, he surprised me, asking me if I’m interested in teaching a Writing Skills class next year to incoming freshman. I told him I’d think about it. The jury’s still out on whether my expensive combination of medication, exercise and therapy has gotten me healthy enough to try my hand at teaching.
Running around for errands, the gym, work, and workshops must have drained me. The utterly disgusting Luna bars I had for lunch were certainly no help in raising my energy levels. And I learned never to buy Luna again. Yeech. When I finally crashed at 1:30am without the need of any literary stimulation, I didn’t wake up until 12 hours later. I like to live dangerously by waking up just in time to throw a skirt over my pajames and grab challah at the Glatt Shop which closes early on Fridays.
At least Sunday will be better. In an effort not to do too much, I’ve only managed to book myself for the Second Annual Riverdale Women’s Health & Halacha Day at the local posh shul after which I run home for a business meeting with someone who has ask Hubbie and me to present on Race & Judaism at an event before I head to therapy and a chat with my online class. And there’s the bit about squeezing in two hours worth of exercise…four if I make up what I didn’t today. My husband’s forcing me to attend the “Marriage: The Good, the Bad and the Better” workshop at the Women’s Health event. He might be upset that he’s had a bad cough all week and has had to make his own soup. I’m starting to think that the “Deconstructing Superwoman: Finding Your Balance–Family, Career, and Spirituality” workshop might be a better fit right about now.
There might be more scheduled in my little planner but I’m too scared to look.