This week wraps up the “Discomfort Zone” for most of us, though one or two Plates may want to carry on for another week.
Lydia says: “I wrote a song about how I bought a shirt without trying it on and then got it home and it sucked. And also a song about how confused I am by “Lost.” Do you think I have tapped into the collective angst of my generation yet?”
Kira learned this week that the world was not, in fact, waiting with bated breath to hear her announce her secret desire to write more. Most people care not AND some family members *gasp* are actually not thrilled.
Mir isn’t sure if she learned or accomplished anything in the last four weeks, but the fact that she wishes she could spend the NEXT four weeks in bed with the covers over her head suggests that PERHAPS something has shifted, somehow. She will have to eat some more chocolate and let you know.
Joshilyn says: I am petitioning to change the name of this blog to Four Full Plates and One Elephant Fail Plate. Who would be me. Because I have yet to win or even reasonably complete a SINGLE challenge. I tried meditating, though. First, I googled “meditation for beginners” and got a six-minute tutorial hosted by an animated hairless lady-man whose brain sometimes throws up marbles and hwo likes chimes. I like the narrator’s VOICE, though. A LOT. Very soothe-y and deep.
My mind never quite emptied and I was poisonously bored, but I said OM. Lydia, please remit five dollars.”
Gray (that’s me): I scheduled my dental and yearly health checks! I’ve been posting in Gray James, and picked up a novel I’d put by that needs a few weeks of revision, and then I have to SHOW IT TO PEOPLE. This makes my bottom pucker, it’s so uncomfortable.
We here at Five Full Plates are beginning a new challenge these next two weeks. We are going to each Learn Something New. Then, in June, we are going to go on hiatus for a couple of months, because it turns out that we are all going to be gone half of the summer on vacation, on book tour, and other blog-crushing activities.
To all of you moms out there, to everyone who has ever loved, raised, protected or looked after a child, Happy Mother’s Day.
And we are DYING TO KNOW: what uncomfortably challenging goals did you reach this week? Show us yer MOXIE.