Three years ago, I wrote those famous last words on Forgiven...The End. It was both scary and exhilarating. At the time I don't really think I understood what I was getting myself into. Since then, I've written and published six more full length novels, plus a few novellas. I won't lie, I love everything about writing. But, something occurred to me today as I watched my daughter ride her bike in the garage. LOL! Yes, I said garage. Apparently it's not as scary as the driveway. Who knew?!?!
Okay, back to the point. Today I realized that even after three years I don't think I've found the balance to writing, interacting with readers, working a full time job and just being a mom. I started to panic. So many things to get done. How was I going to do it all? In my head I tried to think of different ways to schedule everything in. I tried to think of a schedule that would work, all the while my little girl was riding her bike in the garage. It got late and I realized that I still needed to make dinner. I pushed all of it aside. My luck I'd burn myself because I wasn't paying attention.
So my daughter got her stool out and helped me make dinner. Okay, okay she put all of the vegetables in the salad. Hey, what I can I say she's four. Someday I hope that she'll take over cooking completely. We got everything on the table just in time for my husband and son to get back from soccer practice. A quick glance at the clock and I realized that it was only 6:05. Normal dinner time on a Friday night is about 7:30. In that moment I realized something.
Don't stress. You'll get there.
Let's be real, I'm never going to be able to balance everything. There's not enough hours in the day, unless I forgo sleep. And trust me when I tell you...NO ONE wants that to happen. I have to understand that I can't do it all. I'm one person. If I need help, it's okay to ask. Things will get done in time. It will happen. There are days when my kids will need me that I may not write a word, or others where they play without me because a story won't leave my head. It's good for them to learn to play together. And work. Well work is work. Something's got to keep the roof over our heads.
Now am I going to remember this overnight?
Oh hell no!
But that's where this blog post comes in. I'm a writer. I write. So the next time I wonder how I'm going to get it all done, I can come back here and read this. Then I'll know that I don't have to. Tomorrow is another day.
So tomorrow I'm going to watch my daughter ride her bike in the garage and simply enjoy the moment.