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Overcome with calm, we are excited about things to come.

I started this post off this morning with this massive feeling of disappointment. As if every mistake I’ve ever made was lining up outside the door just pining to ring the doorbell. Fate. Choices that I’ve made… Not always being stellar, well thought out or at times even considered… Decisions… Bad ones and others that led to other negative situations. The many many bad ideas… not all equal in severity, but bad nonetheless.. Smoking… The oversight to not be entirely clear about what “breaking up” meant with an ex-boyfriend… Substituting cayenne pepper for chili powder… Ignoring my feet… Not calling a friend back for years without reason… Not thinking… Thinking too much… Ignoring my teeth… Trusting the internet… Stooping… Not following through… Believing that everything will fix itself… Letting her sleep on the job… Eating too much bread… Quitting… Not arranging to go to the Matisse exhibit… Attempting to force him into school too early… Cutting that guy off in traffic… Letting a friendship pass… Not paying attention to pedestrians… Allowing the sale price to be wrong… Walking to Grand Central from the Upper West Side… Allowing the design to fail… Keeping the volume down… Getting jealous for no good reason… Refriending… Unfriending… Still blaming… Letting him cry…

The few things that I will feel guilty about for years to come and will eventually stop harping on… Having the ego to keep going while turning a blind eye to the obvious National demise of the “Small Business”. Believing that each new idea is going to make up for the latter… While holding a career in one hand and my family in another and finding no justification in doing so as the scale tips drastically in the favor of family. It was almost a year ago — Will had just turned two, when it hit me. A paranoid attack of WHAT IF SOMETHING HAPPENS. And if SOMETHING happens, what are we going to do about IT? And, despite the lack of a real concrete definition for “SOMETHING” (scream it with your hands to your forehead temples) I’ve coexisted with IT for about a year now, knowingly — and probably much longer floating around the rivers of subconscious.While this always happens to me after extreme stress… not unlike the best massage ever, bikram yoga or mountain climbing… where the body is tested to the brink only to result in euphoria and a wind tunnel of deep breathing…

Because… you know, ANYTHING can happen. But after about a week or so of completely ignoring myself, the internet (sorry internet, I still love you), the news and yes, even Martha… I am reemerging fresh and fully withdrawn from reality. Which can only mean that I’ve either tied the apron on a wee bit too tight… inhaling the vodka sauce a little too eagerly… Or, I’ve decided to introduce SOMETHING to the line of mistakes haunting me outside the door while I slip back in and bolt the door behind. Because it’s time to make way for a few calendared items that we have to look forward to… Friends — the best friends ever coming to visit. Weddings — Showers and parties in preparation thereof… Holidays… and the love hate relationship that comes with the enormity of it all. Elly — still meeting me in the city at some point for art’s sake… A new blogging project that involves friends and fun… Not to mention new ideas that pop up every other hour… And although, this is me just being all WHATEVER SOMETHING… in an attempt to get a grip around the happy vibe that I keep swatting away, MY SWEET BASIL, why so sad?

Because among the mistakes and bad ideas, a multitude of great things are happening… And I hear you… Just WHAT is she ON? Well… nothing, really. Just the satisfaction in simple, well thought-out decision making, and a happy little almost-three-year old that gets another school-less year of me.

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I get a lot of email. Tons.

I get so much email that I sometimes miss out on really good stuff. Then I have to turn around and apologize to the sender when the over looked email is discovered. For example, The Main Street Mile is this Monday (October 11, 8:30am Main Street, Southampton) and the son of a great friend is running in it – Dylan. The Main Street Mile is a one-mile competitive run and non competitive friendship walk from Jobs and Main to The Southampton Bathing Corporation. Open to all ages and fitness levels, this family friendly event will benefit Best Buddies, an organization dedicated to fostering friendships between developmentally disabled individuals and their typically developing peers. Founded in 1989 by Anthony Kennedy Shriver, Best Buddies positively impacts more than 350,000 people every year, both within the Unites States and Internationally. Please click here to support Dylan and Best Buddies International.

I almost missed this notification and it is important to me. I almost missed this because I only have a few hours a day to do actual work and in the midst of this I try to check email. Yes, I can check email on my iphone too, but the iphone in all of it’s glory is not a keyboard and makes me feel like I have HUGE FINGERTIPS so I hate writing back on the it unless its just a few words… Like… “How Much?” or “NO”. I wish there was a way to control email above and beyond the spam and junk filters.. Wouldn’t it be great, for instance, if emails had associated scents — that way we could utilize another one of our senses before opening… case in point – an email from my Mom would smell like Chanel °5 while an email such as this would smell like bong water:

Thanks for trusting me Mr. Peter Lee.

This blog generates a great deal of email… There are the SEO Promisers; the Get Rich Quickers; the Suggesters, and the Commentors. I quite enjoy the comments, excluding the haters of course (why so angry, this is only a bloggedy blog!) and only recently was made aware of the importance of publishing them–I used to keep them secret…I’d respond, but I would hold onto them, rereading and then eventually deleting. Like a mouse collecting crumbs–weird, right? Those days are over, I’ve stopped acting like a rodent and I apologize if I deleted you. Publishing the comments, however, does not solve the issue of the amount of emails that I receive, and to avoid publishing hate mail, I prefer to approve comments before making them live. If you are here – and you’ve commented, and now you are sitting in my inbox somewhere feeling ignored–I will find you… it just might take a little while — especially with the arrival of Mr. Peter Lee’s new offer…of which I need to give SERIOUS AND POSITIVE CONSIDERATION.

Throwback Post: Would You Please Stop the God-damned Hammering!?

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