Work in Progress

It’s been a while since I posted last. I’ve moved (twice!), got a great job (and left it to become an entrepreneur, both as a reseller and to focus on my writing) and am editing a work in progress, not to mention writing the rough draft of a new book. Whew! Part of me wonders what normal people do- work, help the kids with homework, household chores, fall into bed when they’re beyond exhausted and start the process all over again the following day?

This blog– if all my hopes, dreams and crazy scheming become reality– will be undergoing some changes in the future. For one, I’m working on nitty gritty women’s fiction at the moment. I love reading thrillers and mysteries and anything that’s a psychosocial mind f***, but I also love a Happily Ever After (HEA, I’ve come to learn) more than anything. After being a social worker for over a decade where I saw and heard some of the most heartbreaking truths, I want some more HEAs in my life.

I’m on hiatus at the Oregon Coast for the next couple of months and loving it here. It’s gorgeous and ping pings between being 65 and sunny and storming with high winds and the temp doesn’t get above 35. It’s a great place to decompress and to focus on writing. Walking along the ocean every day and watching the sun set over the crashing waves most nights (when the sky isn’t a blanket of black clouds) is also pretty amazing.

I’m learning Spanish and how to fly crash a drone. It reminds me of all those stories where a character sequesters themselves off in a cabin or house swap or cave and learns about themselves, coming out the other side a better person. It’s like I’m in a cocoon! As long as it doesn’t turn in a Misery situation, I’ll be happy (thank God that Stephen King’s mind doesn’t control my life)!

Keep Pushing, Always

I was talking with a woman in her late 50s yesterday about how she’s been in a job she hates for nearly forty years and feels stuck because of the pay and health benefits.  I’ve been thinking lately about this comfort trap. Financial security and health care and saving for retirement are all great things, but they don’t feed my soul. I’m scared of decades passing by and not having traveled or gotten published or enjoyed life because I was so caught up in paying off a house, saving for retirement, etc. I want to do what inspires me, every day. I want to go after my hopes and dreams and create the life I want. I’m optimistic (silly? crazy?) enough believe this can be achieved. I want time to enjoy sipping a cup of coffee, clean sheets and the ocean breeze every chance I get.  

I don’t want to get so caught up in the daily grind that I overlook miracles, big and small, or miss an opportunity out of fear of instability. 

The hardest lesson I can’t seem to learn from my yoga is to let go. Expectations of others, my beliefs of where I should be in life, my fear, ego, and a myriad of other barriers. So, I’m letting go of my need ton control this journey. I’m going to write, every day. More than a grocery list. I invite you to do the same- to go after your dream, whatever it may be.