So, you may have noticed I've been scarce lately. My life has been happening away from the computer for the last few months. That's a good thing. Big things are happening in my family. I've mentioned my oldest who has finally heard back from all colleges about acceptances and financial aid. I'm so proud of him and I couldn't be happier about the school he will be attending for the next four years. At the same time, I'm going to have get used to my first born leaving home and living hundreds of miles away. The lump is already hardening in my throat.
But I didn't start this post to focus on what's going on in my life. I suppose I just wanted to touch base with you all. See, I have this niggling voice in the back of my brain. It whispers, "They'll forget about you. They don't care if you post or not. They'll move on without you." I know this isn't true or at least I hope it isn't. But I guess I'm just insecure about being forgotten, ignored, or scrolled over (that's gotta hurt. kind of like a steamroller). Because no matter how much I claim that I'm fine, I like being accepted into group of like minded peers, being validated by others who write.
And so I feel I can tell you that I still feel like a writer, even though I haven't been writing.
What I have been doing in the midst of everything is reading (albeit a lot slower), thinking, rereading an old draft, and planning on which direction I need to take.
And sometimes when I'm feeling sorry for myself and feel like my writing/blogging life is on hold, I say these words to myself...
Write for Yourself
Blog for Yourself
Read for Yourself
Be Yourself...not what you think others expect.
I hope you are all well. Those of you participating in A-Z...well done! I'm enjoying your posts.
Congrats to your son. That's awesome. What an exciting time for him. It can be hard to let your child go, but I always held onto my own memories of going off to college.
ReplyDeleteAnd yay for Skype, so you can keep in touch visually. Letters and emails just aren't the same.
It was a real challenge to let my oldest son leave for a church mission . . . to Russia. Scary place.
No one ever warned me about how hard it is to let your child go, but it's the hardest thing. Sometimes I think I'm insane to let him loose in the world, but deep down I know it's the way they grow. Still, I don't have to like it.
ReplyDeleteI agree you should write for yourself, but once that 'baby' go out into the world, it's fair game to anyone with an opinion. Nurturing your writing is a lot like nurturing a child.
You say very wise words to yourself. Do what you can do!
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