For the past few months my routine has been focused on one thing: get the big house empty and ready to sell and then move to Guatemala. That's a huge "one thing!" As a result, my writing goals took a back seat to all my other responsibilites.
Until I got here. Three days in, I dusted off the six month old first draft of my current book, gritted my teeth and took a look. Hey, not half bad-- whew!! And then I read through this badge on my side bar. It serves to remind me of my commitment to myself as a writer:
here. It's open to anyone who wants to join in with her Writer's Rebel Creed 2014.
One thing I learned during this six-month dry spell is how avoiding one's purpose and commitment leads to a heavy feeling that brings a sort of unexplained sadness. And finally embracing and pursuing it, even for just a few hours a day, brings lightness and joy. This is how I know I'm on the right track. I'm doing what I was meant to do. Yes, I love being an editor, and I do a darn good job at it. But it's not enough.
I made a promise to myself years ago that when my kids were older I'd follow my dream of being a full-time writer. An hour a day isn't exactly full-time but I'm working up to it. Finally and at last.
I know my purpose, I know what I'm meant to do, resistance and avoidance is futile. Write on!