There You Are
Have you ever been talking to a friend and have a personal moment of ‘aha’ about your own life?
I’ve been mired in guilt, telling myself I’ve not been writing enough. Not a good place to be.
Writing is part of my daily regimen. Yet, a little voice in my head says I need to be more prolific. Spewing out pages with clock work precision. Obviously, I’ve forgotten that my brain doesn’t work that way. Life happens, writing happens (with regularly scheduled intervals), and things will get done when they get done.
I can’t control the madness of work, I can’t control the family and the drama that can ensue. I can control how I react to bumps, dips, and chasms in my way, finding a way through, under, over, or around the obstacles.
To quote the great Buckaroo Banzai:
“no matter where you go, there you are.”
My simple truth is that I work full time, I write as much as I can and life happens. And I’m okay with that.