"I will get that to you...
- ...by the end of the today."
- ...tomorrow at the latest."
- ...by the end of the week."
I suck at deadlines. Really, really suck at them. Just ask my friend L who is still waiting for me to push the review of the book she wrote last year out of my drafts and into the world. (I'm sorry, L! It's coming. It really is.)
When we started trying to make the hope of a family a reality, I gave myself a deadline of 35. Which then extended to 40, which, you know, 8 years ago, seemed like a world away. But here we are. In my 40th year. And I may or may not be done with this whole family making adventure. Screw you, deadline. You are an ambiguous marker on an abstract concept we call time. I choose to ignore you. Matrix-like.
You think that's air you're breathing? Hmm.
Some big dates are looming - D's first birthday!
Some I chose to let pass quietly - happy 5th birthday, little girls.....
Some I just totally spaced - happy 7th blogoversary to me.
Posts are few and far between, I know. But the blog is still here, so therefore, I am. Brother is better. M is still muddling. D is delicious. I mean, ridiculously delicious. And that glimmer of hope is still glimmering. And maybe I'll have some news about that later this week. You can help by sending all of the, "wow, that m. would sure make an excellent executive..." thoughts you can muster towards the midatlantic section of the United States.
Deadlines: Useful focal points? Distractions? Meaningless? Meaningful? Discuss.