I’m on a roller coaster. Pass me the barf bag.
I remember the days I wrote full-time, lounging in my pajamas until noon, no worries about my future, financial situation, friends or family.
Not so now. I wake at 4:30 before the grackles in the park next door and contemplate how my adjustment to Texas will play out today.
Will the drugstore take my prescription? Will I figure out the route to the post office? Will I meet anyone nice in the checkout line to talk with for five minutes? (Will they actually listen to my rambling?)
I wonder how long this transition will linger? Three months? A year? Longer? I’m ready to move on but my life isn’t.
So I turn back to my writing—something that still offers comfort. And I am surprised how much my writing style has changed. Over the past four years, I wrote about grief, death, broken dreams, sadness—my poor critique partners. My whole dismal life spilled out on the pages.
My current WIP is a romance—an upbeat romance and when I read through it, I discovered the old me. I like that. Makes me think maybe there’s more to this move than I can see.
Wounds heal. Life churns on. God surprises. Maybe I’ll get used to this roller coaster yet.
How has God surprised you recently?