When I was younger, having a great weekend meant going to an awesome party (with alcohol, natch), hooking up with a cute guy (hooking up being that ambiguous word meaning anything and nothing), and not being hungover the next day (so that I could do it all again).
Oh, how things have changed.
First of all when I had a great night of going out recently, I had a fight with a close friend in front of a new friend who now thinks I am crazy and sprained my ankle falling on my way to the car. The next day, I was hungover, angry, embarrassed, and in pain.
And that’s when I gave up drinking.
Now a good weekend is so much calmer. It’s about long talks with good friends. It’s about beautiful sunny days stretched out in front of you. It’s a book in your hand and a Diet Coke on the table.
It’s about love from my fellow bloggers.
Over one glorious weekend, I received links from Big A, little a; Chicken Spaghetti (with a nice intro), and FuseNumber8 (see how I did this). What a rush. Also, FuseNumber8 is going to help my cool coworker with her job search in NYC, meaning that I finally understand networking.
My other blog firsts this week were an author comment, an email to an author (see tomorrow’s entry), and my first comment spam. The last means I will need to add the second level of protection to my comment box, but I can live with that.
And here’s the kicker. I talked to a Girl Scout troop about my career for their book badge. When I took questions, one third grader asked, “Is this what you want to do for the rest of your life?” Pretty heavy stuff. I told her that if I wanted to move forward in my career, then I would have to go back to school and I wasn’t sure that I wanted to do that. In fact (I said), I guess if I wanted to do more of anything it would be writing. I told them how I started a blog to share my books and thoughts and to make myself get in the habit of writing.
So, what if it turns out that this Girl Scout presentation is what makes me sit down and write my book (or books)?
Now that’s what I call a great weekend.