Well, I just started this blog, and already I'm behind. Such is my life.
As someone who just watched her last of four children graduate high school, I realize that, for most of my adult life, my schedule has revolved around my family. Now, as I reclaim my own goals of writing that have been waiting in the background, I am painfully aware that I don't have a schedule of my own. My schedule has always been keeping up with everyone else. Apparently keeping up with myself is another matter entirely.
It's an interesting thing to me...to actually have a little time to myself. Mind you, three of my grown children are still living under my roof, so I am far from an empty-nester...but I no longer hold the level of responsibility for them that I once did. And so, accepting the fact that I am free from many of my former motherly duties, I am desperately seeking discipline for myself, so that I may finally move forward with my own goals.
So, here I go...delving into the land of writing again...writing for myself, and writing because I want to. Writing because I can, and because it completes me. Not with a pen and paper as I often did in middle school, high school and college, but on my trusty netbook. Because I have years and years of words inside me that have been dying to come out, and I can type as fast as the words reveal themselves to me.
Yes, it's discipline I seek...the discipline to allow myself to be still, and hear those words inside me, and take the time to capture them before it's too late.
