I wrote about the spin cycle in March, while reading Margaret Roach’s book and I shall have some peace there. In Roach’s book, which chronicles her time after stepping out of a super-busy, mega-Manhattan career life, she talks about the spin cycle in washing machines. Once that drum is spinning, it doesn’t matter if you turn the washing machine off. It doesn’t matter if you unplug the machine, the momentum keeps that heavy drum spinning and spinning.
I’m 8 days into my post NHCADSV-ED life, and the drum is spinning. It’s making me feel dizzy and sloshy and a bit unbalanced. But I got a sweet reminder last night that I wasn’t always on this cycle.
David and I went to see Greg Brown — excellent show, including an opening set by Jason Wilbur, who deserves mention and recognition. He was great on his own, and then playing with Greg Brown, double delight. At the show, I saw an old friend, Tim, who I hadn’t seen for at least a decade. Probably more like 15 years.
“I heard about Eric,” he said, and held his hands to his heart. “How are you? How’s your writing going?” I told him I’d just left my job and my plan was to start writing more again. “Did you choose to leave? What happened?” I realized he knew a more balanced me, the me who had being a writer as a central identity, the me who was raising children and who gardened and hung out with groups of friends and worked part-time. He had no sense of me as the Executive Director of the Coalition, no idea of how big my job had gotten, how much of me it was taking up, how it had crowded out other identities.
“Every time I go into Gibson’s book store I look to see if there are any books by you,” he said. I’m keeping that idea of me in mind today, watching it spinning by on the drum.