It is done.

It's 11:27 am on the computer, and I've logged off of my morning session of work. It is a quiet snow day here. Daddy is doing computer stuff. Pook is quietly playing with her cars. And I, well, I've just completed a Creative Writing course that was almost two years in the writing/making. Due to time constraints and "writer's block" it took a while, but now, it is done.


I feel almost as though I've given birth. I've carried these ideas, this thought with me for so long. It's been growing, waiting, sometimes frustrating and stiffling, but it's out. It's there, in print. And now, it's waiting to be developed into a class so that others will partake of it.

I sit here, stilled. Quiet. There is a lightness on my shoulders. Part of me is estatic that it is completed. Another part of me will miss those extra hours of paid work. But then, there is that part of me that now wonders - what will I do now that I don't have this "hanging over my head incompleted"?

I don't know what I'll do. And, it doesn't matter. Perhaps I'll have a few more moments to crochet, or put together puzzles with Pook. There is a strange freedom for me, that I'm not sure what to do with just yet. It is the freedom of a completed project. The freedom of having more time.

Wow... I think some hot cocoa is in order to celebrate. Maybe, maybe I'll even bundle up and build a snowman. The possibilities are endless...