Because I still work a real job, I seem to not have enough time. This happened January 7th when my shift at worked changed from Monday through Friday, to some odd askew days and hours.
A large chunk of my life has changed. A large chunk of my day has disappeared. I miss my kids and my life.
Look at the last time I had a blog post… When was that? A few months ago? I’m practically sneezing throughout this post with the dust and cobwebs flitting around my shoulders. My brain is crying out for creativity. I feel as if I’ve been locked in an iron maide with the spikes pressing into my flesh forbidding me to do anything I enjoy. And yet… A dear friend of mine told me of he doubts recently. He was thinking about moving to the East Coast but wasn’t sure it was the right idea. He is young and he has so much life ahead of him.
I told him to go for it. What does he have to lose? He is young and full of life and ambition. I told him that he only lives once and he should make every single moment count. And then I realized that is the advice I should be giving myself.
I need to find a way to give myself more time to finish this next book and get it out there.
I had a major let down today though. I think it set me back a few more paces than I wanted it to. It put me in this funk and I need some deoderant to render it gone. I need adventure. I need excitement. I need more of the life that I want to live than what I have been living.
But then, that’s what my stories are aren’t they? The adventure I want to live? Maybe?
I hope this finds you well. I keep you in my thoughts and prayers.