I had the most amazing weekend. It began on Friday with a good visit with my financial advisor. We examined my investments with her firm, and then she took a look at my other accounts. She told me I was doing a great job and made a couple of suggestions to make my holdings more fully diversified. Good news: I should be able to support myself in my golden years.
Friday night, I attended Masks and Music: Stories from Quarantine, a theatrical production put on by Crowder College Theatre Department. They performed my short story, “Clean Heist,” along with several others as individual plays. Those kids did an amazing job! Seeing my story come to life at the hands of such talented young people made my heart swell with pride. I was blessed to be joined my hubby, mom, sister, brother-in-law, and one of my sweet critique partners. I also had the pleasure of seeing stories written by three of my writer friends performed. It was an amazing night that I will always cherish.
Saturday, I attended the Ozarks Writers League Virtual Spring Conference. All of the speakers were informative, and I learned new things from each one. I have several pages of notes from their presentations, and I’m certain my writing will be improved as a result. It was so good to see my writer friends from that group. I haven’t seen most of them since September of 2019.
The most surprising part of the conference was the announcements of the art competition winners. This year is the first time I’ve entered the art contests. I entered all three categories – photography, traditional art, and 3D art. You could have knocked me over with a feather when I heard my name announced. To further my elation, it was announced not once, but twice! I won 3rd Place in traditional art with my abstract painting, Insomnia. I won 2nd Place with my pottery piece, Golden Pot. I’ve been telling people for years that I’m an artist. Now I can say I’m an award winning artist. Though truthfully, I did place in one art competition when I was a kid.
Sunday brought the best dose of happiness of the weekend. My best friend and I were scheduled to have lunch with a friend who lives out of town. I hadn’t seen her in a couple of years, and I’m not sure how long it had been since my best friend had seen her. Imagine our surprise when our out of town friend arrived at the restaurant with another friend in tow – one we haven’t seen in well over a decade! Our early lunch lasted for three glorious hours, and I left with joy in my heart.
After such a great weekend, I was looking forward to telling my work friends all about it on Monday. Unfortunately, the universe had different ideas. I woke up with the worst headache I’ve had in a very long time. It wasn’t a migraine because I wasn’t light-sensitive, but it felt like daggers were piercing my skull every time I moved. I did the only thing I could. I contacted my bosses telling them I needed to use my first sick day of the year, took some medicine, and went back to bed. I slept another five hours. I moved at a snail’s pace all day, but the fingers of pain finally loosened late afternoon. I hope they’ll vanish completely by the time I have to get up for work today.
I had a lady tell me that she isn’t happy with my new Ozarks Maven schedule. She misses my thrice weekly posts. She said she enjoys starting her mornings three times a week by reading my posts because they bring a little joy into her day. Do any of the rest of you feel that way? Should I set a goal to go back to posting three times a week in the future?
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