Sunday again. I have a Sunday check in with a group of writers from school and every Sunday we give a brief recap of our week. The intentions are to keep us honest and on track with our schoolwork and writing and I suppose life in general. Every Sunday I log onto the site, sigh and think to myself Sunday already?! Where does the time go? Seriously? The apartment has been so quiet all weekend. Brent is at work and my roommate is at her boyfriend's apartment and I'm left sitting in a cold, quiet living room alone. It's days like these that are both wonderful and disconcerting. I have learned to enjoy my solitude and rather enjoy stealing quiet hours from life, but after a while you begin to question the choices you've made that have led you to this cold, quiet living room. So much of our lives are dedicated to distracting ourselves from ourselves, but every once in awhile it's good to sit back and reflect. Only problem is too much reflection will make you start questioning and second guessing yourself. Which is what I'm doing right now. Sigh and sigh again. Oh Sundays you delight and frighten me. I'm off to the theater. I was able to get my hands on a $10 ticket to see Duncan Sheik's new musical "The Whisper House." It is wonderful and tonight is the last showing. Maybe that will distract me for awhile. I fear I'm getting restless.
PS. Starting today I will be updating my blog every Sunday. This is my new commitment to myself and my writing. Have to have something to keep you on track even if it's a make-believe deadline and promise you make to yourself. . . Until next week, Love Libby.