Three years ago, when my son started Kindergarten and my daughter was in 4th grade, I had a vision.
I imagined by now I would have written 3 books and at least one would be a New York Times bestseller by now. Delusions of grandeur again. Ha!
There are days I can barely think of anything to write about for this blog regarding staying peaceful…let alone fill a book with good ideas.
So what happened? I should feel like a failure about this right?
Rest assured, many days I do.
I may never write a book that anyone likes, and that’s okay. I can’t force inspiration to come from the heavens and land in my head – it just doesn’t work that way.
I’ve been thinking today that going slowly and taking care of yourself so you can take care of your kids each and every day the best that you can is enough.
A family I barely know just lost their little boy. A very good friend of mine’s niece is dying of cancer and is currently living on borrowed time.
My desire to write a book suddenly seems quite silly – doesn’t it?
Today my plan is drinking water, eating lightly, and maybe some knitting. That’s enough.