I just got back from the Erma Bombeck Writers’ Workshop and am feeling just a bit of what manic energy might feel like. My mind is racing from all of the information I received from the speakers and all the new friends I made. It was probably the most fun I’ve had alone in my entire life–I don’t get out much, but this was spectacular.

Usually I am pretty much a wall-flower, but I got involved with a group of people before the event and ended up being in the center of things instead. I don’t know what I was afraid of. The people I met were wonderful and interesting and fun. I didn’t feel left out or looked down upon at all, even when I was talking to people who have already accomplished more than I have even dreamed.

There was a lot of information shared in a short period of time and I tend to be a bit of a sponge–I love information. I took a lot of notes and ordered a copy of the audio of the whole event so I can go over anything I might have missed.  I’ve never got this much useful information all at once and it is taking longer than I expected to process it all and get my act together to use it. Maybe I’m getting older?

The racing thoughts, the feeling of being on top of the world, the need to keep moving, and the inability to actually sit down and get started seems so similar to how my husband describes his feelings in manic episodes that it’s scaring me.  I know that having this experience doesn’t make me bipolar, I am merely overwhelmed, but I have never actually been able to experience anything this close. I don’t know why anyone would get hooked on mania if it’s like this–it’s not really fun. I’m rather fond of being in control of my own mind.

I managed to sit down and write this post. I am making progress toward calming down enough to do some of the changes that were discussed in the sessions.  I just need time to relax.

I hope you will like the changes on this website.