Lynette's Blog

So I've been so sick these past few weeks that from Christmas to today I haven't even fired up iTunes.  I've been here on PodShow or just listening to stuff on my iPod that is already there.  I opened up iTunes (by mistake) this evening when my husband was about to get crushed in World Of Warcraft and started munching up bandwidth to download 47 new podcasts.  A few mouse clicks later I exit, and he quickly regains enough of the pipeline to not get killed in the game.

The disturbing part to me is that in one week's time I missed 47 podcasts.  Wait, actually the disturbing part is that I normally LISTEN to 47 podcasts in a week.

Oh, no, something else happened to me today that was equally strange.  A friend called me this morning at 11am (not strange) but he lives in Australia and it was 3am past New Years for them - and they were beyond drunk (not strange).  The strange part was I think they all were about to go skinnydipping and he dropped his cell phone in the pool.  Guess I'll never know!

• started podcasting in February 2005
• got involved again with Second Life, and started a business there
• decided to go back to 'corporate' life (and quit 6 months later - horrible job/idea)
• got a huge sponsor, one of the first biggies in podcasting I might add, but no one ever made a stink about it at all...
• started my own company, and have so busy since that I barely have time to sit still
• finally got to the stinkin' Podcast Expo in 2006 after missing it the first year
  
• decided to go with PodShow
• got sick, and then sick again - never had so many colds in my LIFE
  
• upgraded my equiptment, no small task
• bought a nice - fake - Christmas tree, first one I've ever owned

Next year will move even faster than the past two combined for me, and I'm just a bit nervous about that.  Seems my brain can keep up, but the ol' body keeps getting sick.

Relax, take time for myself.  These are things everyone says, even if not out loud.  This past week I've been ripping apart our guest room (a.k.a. the room we never use and throw junk in) and trying to turn it into some sort of sanctuary for me.  Sounds totally self-indulgent, I know, and I hate even admitting I *need* this.  All in all my life is not hard, but yet I still crave a space that I can RELAX - CREATE - DESTRESS.  Stress is the reason I'm sick all the time, but not all stress is bad stress.  But the body still responds to it the same I think.

So this 'relaxing room' as my five year old has come to call it, I have plans, oh yes...  Paint, of course, didn't take me long to come up with the colors.   I've got a good part of the furniture, but some slipcovers and pegboard as well as a few organizational items should do the trick.  Candles, a magazine basket, lots of books, my crafting supplies, and very soon my recording gear so I can lay down a podcast without dogs barking.

My husband has already asked if he is allowed to use the room - of course he can, but our daughter has asked no such question.  As soon as I step foot in there she is on my tail.  I can't say no to her, she is way too cute, but the law is down that not one toy is to enter that room.  Another spare bedroom is already covered with her toys, but she still chooses to bring them in the hallway and play right at the threshold of the relaxing room.  No peace and quiet for Mommy.