Swirling Head Syndrome

I am suffering from Swirling Head Syndrome. (That's not real but guess what is? . . . S.P.L.A.T. the society for the prevention of little amphibian tragedies. I kid you not.)
See what I mean? I have no focus. I am thinking about 20 things at once most of the time. I'm pretty good at multitasking (most teachers are) but what I am experiencing is something more like my brain being shot by a ray gun that disrupts synopsis and causes constant interruptions to . . .
What was I saying?
The source of the current problem is partly hormonal ( I believe we covered that earlier in Writer's Blah, June). 
However, it's been stepped up significantly with my arrival at the intersection of Necessity and Dreams. The road which led me here was paved with things like a long and discouraging teacher's strike which has left me broke and quite disillusioned about the future of public education in this province and country. On the other hand, possibilities have also arrived on the horizon, some with more appeal than others. Some with more potential than others.
So here I am, redecorating the apartment to create a space for artists and writers to work and live. (I'm supposed to be working on the baseboards right now!)
I'm also writing - not nearly as much as I should be or want to be - but I have my usual 2 or 3 projects on the go. I'm tutoring and working as a TTOC at the school. I'm revisiting the idea of facilitating workshops for teachers and educational assistants. I'm starting an Artists in the Schools program with a talented visual artist so we can offer mixed-media theme studies for students. I'm starting the process of publishing my middle-grades novel, and entertaining the possibility of joining a publishing cooperative as a project manager. I'm supporting a friend who is running for local office and I haven't finished my Halloween costume.
And then, of course, there's everyday life with the usual demands we all face, including weekly therapy sessions with a partner thrown into a spiral of depression by the dismal performance of the Saskatchewan Roughriders.
The challenge here is that, at present, none of these things generate any income except tutoring and subbing, and our little school is not generating much of the latter right now.
So here I am at the intersection of Necessity and Dreams and I'm getting a neck spasm from looking one way, and then the other.
This is a busy corner. There are lots of us milling about, muttering to ourselves about building a house right here where these two roads meet. Can following your dreams pay your bills?
Ah, the eternal question.


Monica is the author of "Thanks for chucking that at the wall instead of me."