Ready for the Sun.

Posted: March 8, 2019 by Rachel

current office view

It got cold again here in Las Vegas. Although I feel almost bad typing this when my friends and family back in Ontario, Canada are dealing with highs almost thirty degrees cooler, it’s still cold. And overcast. And rainy.

Two weeks ago, I wrote about how the cold and darkness of winter was getting to me. We’ve had some glimpses of sun since them, but nothing that has stuck. I know Spring is just around the corner, and that the clocks jumping forward this week will help, but, again: oof. I’m ready now.

I’ve taken to raising the blinds here in my office while I work. Most days it’s not the most beautiful view, but it does serve to remind me that there is a world out there that exists, which is especially hard when I’m editing page 87 of a 249 page manuscript that we’re behind on. My editing muscle hasn’t been put to the test in quite a while on works other than my own. And Men’s Adventure isn’t usually my go-to genre. But I will say this for the genre: it moves fast, which keeps me on my toes.

Now I’ve forgotten what I came here to say.

Right, the world outside my window.

To say it’s been a crazy last twelve months is putting it lightly. I’m not one of those people who takes pride in being insanely busy. To me, it just means unnecessary stress, and when I’m stressed I cry. Oh boy do I cry. I cried last night and again this morning. I’ll probably cry tomorrow, too. It’s how I cope. Shopping also helps me cope, but that’s bad, so I’m not going to talk about that. (I have two items to be returned to their respective stores tonight that I’m not going to talk about either).

What I’m saying is that I’m ready for a new season. A slightly slower season. A sit-outside-with-a-book-and-iced-coffee kind of season. A season of teaching my son to ride his bike without training wheels, of watching my husband and son race cars out on the road. A season of park visits and messy popsicle juice dripping down our arm. A season where I turn the computer off at the end of the day and don’t check my email again until the next work day.

I’m ready for the sun.

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