It’s ironic that, on the days I have the most to blog about, I have the least time to blog.

I’ve been a bit buried at work the past couple of days, thanks in large part to one assignment: That I write a publication (about 15 – 20 pages of text) describing a complicated financial product.

In three days.

That may sound like a generous time frame to some of my journalist friends, who sometimes get only three hours. But—with all due respect—they don’t have to turn hand-drawn charts into compelling prose that is clear, accurate and concise, while navigating a maze of regulatory requirements.

With the help of a kind attorney (yes, they exist), I got the thing done in two days. Now comes the long wait as my clients ponder my effort and then tell me what to rewrite.

Lots of other things have happened in the meantime, too. I’ve written a heartfelt letter to a lost friend. I’ve almost finished my Blurb book. Esteban has scored us tickets to see Paul Simon in a couple of weeks (thanks, sweetie!). My friend Chris’ amaryllis has bloomed again. Spring has arrived—and just as quickly, vanished. I’ve uploaded my first photos to Flickr.  I’ve whitened my teeth and ripped off a portion of one nail (photography-related accident, dontcha know).

But at least in the midst of all of it, I’ve had a few quiet moments to pause and reflect. Like tonight, as I was sitting in traffic, waiting for the light to change.

Even amid all the noise and concrete, Minnesota’s native prairie grasses can still grow and thrive.

Not a bad metaphor for my busy, noisy life.