It occurred to me yesterday that life doesn't have to be hard. There are things that suck and funks to go through but that's okay. I mean, you don't have to try to change that fact about life. And somehow knowing that, remembering it, leaves you open to more joy.
I'm not sure if I was in some kind of delayed post-partum deal or what but I'm feeling more balanced and more like me. It helps that I'm sleeping more- thank you God, Sam and Dr.K – and also that I'm back to working on my book again. I need to figure out how to keep working on it while on deadline for other projects.
Last week when Sam's sleep shenanigans came to head I was totally out of my mind. Matt asked me when I last worked on my book. While his timing is suspect, he nailed it. Creative writing is more than a hobby for me. It's like right up there with sleep and oxygen