This month I wanted to focus on being thankful instead of grumbling and complaining about my uphill author battles, so I challenged myself to post about something I’m grateful for on Facebook and Instagram each day. I wake up eager each morning to share my thankful posts. Counting your blessings really does change your attitude.
Basically, thankfulness boils down to a choice, a decision to count your blessings instead of the pain. When you make a conscious effort to be grateful, sometimes even the pain becomes a blessing.
Have you ever seen a person spin plates? I have. It is certainly a feat. One that I don’t think I could achieve. Yet inwardly, I do just that. In this new season of being an independent author, I find myself wondering how to balance life with the various hats that I wear. I imagine the hats like plates spinning on a pole. I am afraid that one or more will crash, or I will.
I give you my brief thoughts on being read to, the heritage I had, and what I passed on to my children.
When I stitch the pieces of my memory of my grandma back together, I craft a bright and sparkly quilt with strong seams.
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Have you ever worked at something really hard expecting to receive results, only to be surprised with the outcome? I have.
As I progress in my writing journey, I find variants in the process and differences of opinion when it comes to what other people consider good writing to be.
They say anticipating something can be more fun than whatever it is you’re expecting. Maybe. I try to recall a few times when I’ve looked forward to an event, a particular day, or a special occasion. Did I find more joy in the planning and expectation or in the main event? At times.
Over the years, writing has become my therapy. How I manage life and its trials has morphed with the passage of time, but my creativity has always been at the core of building a place I can release what is in me.