What the heck is the date today? I've been remembering to write 2013 on things (checks, paying the bills), but I sent out a series of emails with the wrong dates in them because I was looking at last year's calendar. It's still on the back of my office door. And still on the December page.
Nothing made sense. Nothing.
I should have looked at my Reading Woman calendar.
Yes, eventually I did.
She looks so calm, doesn't she? That's because she is reading a book, not the wrong calendar.
"You must change your life," said Rilke. So that's what I keep doing. I worked as an actor, wrote for an encyclopedia, edited a literary magazine, and taught college English courses. Now I write poetry, blog "eight days a week," and listen to birdsong.