I'm sure you all think my silence in cyberspace has been the result of me dissolving in a salty puddle of my own tears. While I am missing Ben terribly and while I have shed many tears, my lack of posting has not been because of Ben's departure. I spent 8-12 hours each of the last three days writing the final project for my latest master's class. This may sound ridiculous, but my arms and hands were so tired from typing when I went to bed last night that I couldn't find a way to position myself in bed that rested them enough. After twenty minutes of savasana position (yoga final relaxation pose, also known by Brad's favorite name of corpse pose), my arms finally relaxed enough so that I could go to sleep. It was weird, but true.
Because I've spent so much time at the keyboard this week, and because I've written pages and pages of curriculum and analysis (the summary alone was sixteen pages and almost 5000 words), I haven't had the mental energy to process what I want to write about Ben leaving for his mission. I hope to be mentally (and physically--typing this is making my hands ache) recovered enough to write what is in my heart about sending a child on a mission. Until then . . .
Because I've spent so much time at the keyboard this week, and because I've written pages and pages of curriculum and analysis (the summary alone was sixteen pages and almost 5000 words), I haven't had the mental energy to process what I want to write about Ben leaving for his mission. I hope to be mentally (and physically--typing this is making my hands ache) recovered enough to write what is in my heart about sending a child on a mission. Until then . . .
I will look forward to it!
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PS. I've been there with the tired arms. When I write a book, I can't seem to pace myself. Sometimes the flow just can't be interrupted or you lose something.