I had a talk with my mum this morning (thank you to Telstra’s $2.50 max it to 3 hours STD rate) and she said a few things to me which I found quite interesting; then I decided that they were very true and I felt very settled as a result.
I’ve been feeling guilty because I haven’t done the writing that I had planned to do. The truth is I’ve been busy gardening, home improving, spending time with my boyfriend and looking after my dog. It seems I have been busy living. My mum said it was called Loving Life.
Would you look at that, I think I am!
And writing is work. I already work full-time and when I get home, I just want to do the aforementioned things.
My mum went on to say how Life happens in stages. That people who are constantly writing usually don’t have much else to do but write. Agreeable. It’s not always the case I know, but it generally is. So in future, when I’m at home looking after kids, perhaps then I’ll have nothing else to do but write…
What I need to understand (and have trouble doing so) is that if I don’t indulge in the written word full-time now, it doesn’t mean that I never will. I keep forgetting that I have the rest of my life to write.
Right now I want to indulge in life. I don’t want to party. I’m not a social butterfly. I just want to be where it’s earthy and green, show my creativity in my surroundings and share what I have to give with those I am closest to.
Latest development in my life (which is a long story): I have decided to sell my first home and buy another with my Boy. It’s a big decision. What does this mean? Well, I may be able to design a garden from scratch in the new place! Awesome.
(no, that is not why I am selling!)
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