What the hell am I doing?!

What the hell am I doing?!

I guess a more appropriate title might have been what the hell am I not doing?!

As I’m always wont to do, my plate is full and overflowing in all the greatest of ways. The “greatest of ways” part is new to me. Usually I’m just overwhelmed and drowning in all the veggies that no one likes to take care of on their plate in the first place. But this time? This time my plate is rockin’ the brocc. Mmm, mmm, good.

On one side of it, I’m helping the dashing Rosemary with hello there! house | a home and garden event, set for this October 7th & 8th in Tempe. This event is based on educating the masses (capacity for the event is 60 so, um, yeah, you best get on that.) on their ability to transition to a more eco-conscious, self-sustainable lifestyle. Bee keeping and raising chickens and tons to do with your home & garden. Visit the site for all of the details as they unfold. We’ve got massive giggle bumps in our pants, fo sho.

In another corner of the ring, I’m helping build the momentum for the second annual Creative Estates conference in Arizona set for March 1-4, 2012 with Shey. This one is picking up steam pretty wicked fast and everything is snowballing into excitement and anxiety as there are some challenges, but nothing we can’t make into a total, in your face, success. That’s for damn sure. The conference is based on bringing together the online creative community into one space to feed off each others’ enthusiasm and grow as a whole unit. Success only comes from uplifting one another in a community, not competing for the win that has no reward.

With a lot of work-related things changing in the past couple of months, I’ve got Nugget home with me full time this summer before we start him in a more “full time” preschool this fall. I’m excited to see what it’s like to spend more time with my budding three year old. His isms and antics already have me rolling. Who knows what I’m in for now.

I’m still fighting with myself about writing The Post where I let you into my personal, mental health world. I want to share it with you and when I speak with close friends, it’s easy for me to proclaim that the illness doesn’t define me, but when I sit to type the words out, I feel the need to eat some Xanax. We see how this could possibly be counter productive and hilariously ironic, right?!

I’m off to eat some yogurt pretzels and drink a diet coke, because that’s what svelte people who ate their weight in sausage, cake pops, donuts, & CE Mac’n’Cheese all weekend do best. ::drool::