Almost a month has past and I thought I was on a roll with my blog postings. I am laughing, what was I thinking? Ideas run through my head daily, but my fingers never touch the keys. The perils of a modern woman are running my cup over. In plain English, I am on overload, but I’m use to it, so I don’t even notice.

OMG, am I just whining when I think of all my excuses?

Let’s see, I own a small business that employs 150 people. I actively run it every day. I’ve got my business in a good place where I work on it, not in it. I’m the producer, but this role does call on me to be present and participating. I liken it to show business and the show must go on. I am raising two kids and maintaining a relationship with my husband. Daily, I try to carve out quiet time to have the sacred life, I so longing want and I try to show up at a few exercise classes because if I don’t release all the tension from these other things, I’ll go mad.

And now, I have taken on a big creative process, the one the fortune teller told me in the fall that I needed to balance my life, to fulfill my creative urges. So, here I am writing a cookbook and blogging about it. Am I crazy? How do writer’s work? How do mother’s juggle? How does a working woman stay emotionally attractive to her man? How do I connect to my blog readers, my husband, my kids, my employees, myself?