So, it’s been a while since I’ve posted. Let me tell you why. In July we welcomed a new baby girl into our family. Three weeks later we moved. Yep, three weeks. Oh, and the week before we moved we were sorting and preparing for a moving sale. We tried to sell everything we didn’t need, including most of our furniture. It felt great to purge, and yet it seems as though still have too much stuff!! How is that possible?
The sale ran all day Friday and Saturday, thanks to my family without whom it would have never happened. We packed our moving van on Sunday, and pulled out of town on Monday morning. We moved from one town in Michigan to another about two and a half hours away. We’re living, temporarily, in my mother and father-in-law’s house (they work in New Mexico during the winter), while we search for our own piece of property where we plan to build our, hopefully, forever home. (I think we found the piece of property but we haven’t signed on the dotted line yet).
About three weeks after we moved my son started first grade at a new school and started soccer. I did not go back to work. When we moved I left a fantastic job, which I loved, as a pediatric speech therapist for an Intermediate School District. But I traded it for another job that I love, taking care of my baby.
My husband and I have been busy winterizing the house and trying to gather enough firewood to last us through a cold and snowy Michigan winter. Okay, mostly my husband. I’ve been busy unpacking, organizing, feeding a baby, changing diapers, and doing homework with my first grader…yes, homework…every night…in first grade.
It’s been somewhat crazy and mostly good.
What about writing?
Writing? What writing?
Sadly, there hasn’t been a great deal of writing. I have, however, done a lot of reading. I’ve burned through at least a dozen books, including my own which I loaded onto my kindle, finally. I kept telling myself that if a great idea came to me, I’d be inspired to write, right? Ha. I think one truth that I’ve learned several times now, but seem to keep conveniently forgetting, is that writing begets writing. When I write every day, ideas come. When I stop creating, the well of creativity dries up.
Since I am not leaving the house to work this year, my husband is urging me to self-publish. I’m considering this possibility and researching my options. It would be nice to be able to, possibly, contribute financially to my family. I’m also curious to see what would happen. I will, of course, keep you posted.
That’s my story. What changes have been happening in your life?