I am such a vice-less girl these days - though if you consider coffee a vice and not a soothing morning ritual and beer doesn't have a place of pride in your fridge (these days we have a growler and just trot it down to our local brewery who make the most delicious white beer brewed with coriander and orange peel)than maybe you would think I am vice-ful - anyway, the thing is I have discovered my drug of choice. Submission. Um, not the act of being submissive but submitting things, finishing projects. For the last two weeks we've been feverishly working on our radio entry and it culminated in two straight days of non-stop living room editing where we barely saw the sun. But two hours before the final deadline of Sunday midnight, we sent it in. And I've been like, high, or something ever since. I love that we worked so hard on it and I actually do like how it turned out - despite the huge heartache of fitting it in 3 minutes - and mostly I love that we conceived it, did it and finished it. I'm just riding on that feeling of "We can do anything!" right now, knowing I will soon crash, in part because I haven't had more than 5 hours sleep for about a week. But in the meantime, everything seems possible. I will finish my manuscript. I will cook delicious meals every night. I will be the worlds best library intern. I will send my nephews birthday gifts on time. I will knock on 47 doors today in honor of Ob@ma's 47th birthday - (here's how you can do that too - or donate $8.48 in honor of his birthday - 08/04/08 get it?) I will catch up on my digital life - post pictures, do blog posts, upload video. I will tackle my ginormous To Do List and I will love it!
But even better than the feeling of accomplishment is knowing something we made is out in the world. Nothing may come of it but it's being considered, it will be listened to, it may have a little life of its own. Throwing it out there and waiting for it to ripple back to you in some fashion. Anticipation. These are very very good things.