I went to get my flu shot yesterday and waited an hour because the doctor was interviewing someone for a job.
I finally checked my retirement balance and almost fell out of my chair.
My husband lost his job—twice in one year.
Stuff happens and I’m still supposed to write.
How do we sit down in front of the computer and conjure words to the page when our lives are in chaos around us? How do we create a story from thin air when we can hardly breathe ourselves?
I don’t know about you, but three years ago I committed to being a writer. No guarantees came with that pledge. I didn’t count on having a forever quiet time at home nor was I given the assurance that I’d never have to return to work or maybe squeeze writing in nights and weekends. I committed because I knew I had something to share and I wanted to write.
Some days are easier than others. Some days I can push aside the land mines and hibernate in front of my desk. But other days, when the stuff happens and I want to scream—I try to remember what life would be like without the challenges.
So I try to be thankful for the opportunities that come my way because through all the stuff that falls down around me—I find my stories. And then I thank God for giving me what otherwise could be a dull life and chocking it full of possibilities.
How are you dealing with the stuff in your life that prevents you from writing?