Dawn Is Me

It’s a high-flying flag. Think I’ll wave it.

*wave, wave*

There, that’s done.

I would probably be accused of being unpatriotic by a lot of people. That’s because I don’t drape myself, my web sites and my belongings in the American flag at every opportunity.

I’m not the type to wear patriotic undies, mostly because I just feel there’s something innately disrespectful about using the flag to cover your booty.

I express my patriotism in other ways.

Like not trying to weasel out of jury duty. Like participating in my community’s politics. Like being an active member of a political party. Like working to get candidates elected. Like running for office.

Hell, like voting.

The fact that I don’t have a Dodge Ram with an American flag and eagle painted into the rear window of the cab doesn’t mean a whole lot, on balance.

In other news …

I’m terribly depressed. Not clinically depressed … at least, I don’t think so. It occurs to me that I’m probably not in the best spot to make that diagnosis or lack thereof. I’m not lolling around in bed, unable to drag myself up, not getting anything done, etc., etc.

On the contrary, I’m spinning like a frickin’ top. If anything, maybe depressed isn’t the word for it. Maybe I’m just overwhelmed.

So, I bet you’re wondering what’s on Dawn’s docket?

Well, I’ve volunteered to be a major staffer on one local campaign and a county coordinator for a particular state-wide campaign. I shut down my newsletter for awhile but I’ve launched a weekly Blog Talk Radio show on top of my weekly podcast. I’ve taken on content supplier duties with two more outfits, in addition to the writing I do for Small Business Trends. I have accepted an extension of my service on the executive advisory board of a certain national organization for women business owners. I am planning another research project, the proposal for which I intend to submit at the end of this month. I’m also preparing to go back to school — Hartwick College, to be precise — in September.

I feel like I must be forgetting something in there.

On top of which is the usual dealing with the kids and feeding them and other stuff that falls under the general category of Being Mom.

Yeah.

Overwhelmed is probably a good way to describe it.

You know … now I think about it, I could do with my own Declaration of Independence.