It's Friday. And I made it through my first two days of my new job. Cried when I got home the first day. Today my back is the only thing crying. Can you tell I'm tired?
I am thanking God for a chance to earn some benefits and a little money. It won't be enough to pay our bills by a landslide but I'm trusting him to bring in what else we need in some awesome way. He always has. Why not this time?
But as I sit here at my computer, catching my breath before I make myself some dinner, I feel a sadness that my writing life will be changed for a long time. At least until my husband gets out of college.
You do what you have to do and pray for the best.
I will now be listening closer to those of you who work and write. I'll be listening for the tips and advice on how to juggle your love of words and the mundane things we need to do that get in the way. Like work.
I took my notebook with me today and during my half-hour lunch, I worked on a card for Blue Mountain. It was nice to let my mind drift--but oh how I can't wait until tomorrow when it really can.
Making the most of our time. Are you?