I’m slowly learning to come to terms with my life and all of the chaos in it. My work schedule this week is crazy, and it’s making for a difficult sleep schedule where I have to grab a few hours here and a few hours there. It’s draining, but it’s temporary.
Today, I found a few minutes to write and was pleased with my progress. I can see mistakes on the page, but the important step was getting the words out. Life’s chaos seems to form the biggest writer’s block for me. I want to write, my characters want me to write, but I can’t seem to put my hands on the keyboard. I’ve even tried writing in notebooks. I find myself staring at the page for long periods of time with nothing to show for it.
As a child, I thought by the time I was 40 I would have life figured out. I would be where I was going to be until I died at that point.
Boy, was I wrong.
My future is so undecided at this point, I don’t know which way it’s going to go.
What I really want, I’m afraid to reach for because I’m afraid of failure.
What is familiar is the easy way out but it’s less painful.
One thing is for sure. I won’t be resting on my laurels, waiting to die any time soon. I figure my life is probably half way over. Since the first half was so exciting, I can’t wait to see what the second half will bring!
And, for good measure, here’s a picture of my autistic granddaughter, having a fantastic time playing with bubbles.
Run you beautiful girl and don’t let anyone ever stop you!