Except my writing. lol
I don’t even think some tinsel could save me now.
So, I am behind. Soooo far behind. I haven’t written much more than about 15 new ideas in the last month. To be fair, I have had two surgeries, DVT, and an average blood pressure of 65/40 during that time, but I digress. I just haven’t had the wherewithall ( love that word) to write much.
However, I have realized something about life.
Take my family for instance, we go about life, living in our home, going about our day, not really discerning one week from the next. No one remembers what they wore last week, or cares what color the curtains are. However, when we dress it up a little, bring in a tree, sparkly lights, and a few presents, every day in our normally boring house is suddenly memorable.
Watching a 3 year old lay in the floor and stare at lights is amazing, fixing hair for a 5th grade Christmas concert is exciting, watching the pile of circulars your 8 year old is hording and making notes on is hilarious. We make time for each other, and more importantly, we make memories with each other.
So…. maybe my manuscript is being neglected, but it’s not going anywhere. My family is constantly growing up, and I think that I can live with myself if I don’t get 1000 words a day because I was sitting and shaking packages with the kids or taking a nap under the glow of Christmas lights.
Be good to yourself, and may all your writerly wishes come true.