Sometimes, things just don’t go together. Or maybe we just think they shouldn’t because that’s what someone else told us. Say for instance, a writing career and some other full-time endeavor such as being a mother or a wife. Now, don’t get all huffy. Give me a moment to explain. It’s often difficult to see where one role should end and the other should begin. And sometimes it’s impossible to see them ever working together in perfect harmony. If we aren’t careful, the two roles may find themselves at odds with one another and one or both may suffer. Unless, of course, we find ways to bring the two roles together into something that not only makes sense, but makes you feel like you’ve accomplished what you originally set out to achieve.
Years ago, I would never have imagined that I would be writing mysteries while also working at a “day job” and being a wife and mother. If you had asked me six years ago where I pictured myself in the year 2010, I would have said that I’d be working in some non-profit agency, fighting unfair changes in policy and being nearly completely miserable with my life while watching my life pass unsatisfyingly in front of my eyes. And you would have said, “Is unsatisfyingly even a word?” Yes, it’s in my dictionary. The one I intend to publish later, but that’s another story.
In any case, I would never have thought that I would be an elementary school librarian, a mystery writer and the mother of a five and a half year old daughter. These three things actually do go together in lots of ways, however; sometimes when I’m in the midst of it all, I can’t see the connections very clearly. When I’m trying to think of all of the things I need to have finished for my students each day as well as the homework I’ll be helping Mya with and the corrections I need to make to my manuscript, it all appears very incompatible. How in the hell can I ever get all of these things to work together?
This morning as I was looking around the kitchen, the answer to this question came to me as I filled my coffee cup and then remembered that there was some cold pizza in the refrigerator that I really wanted to eat for breakfast. Of course, many people wouldn’t approve of my choice and some wouldn’t think it made sense at all. But for me, it was what I wanted. It was what sounded like a great idea to me and it certainly wasn’t going to hurt anyone. So what if I’m mixing breakfast with dinner? Who gives a big shit? Unorthodox? Well, sure. But I’m not hungry anymore and I’m wide awake. So, I achieved this morning’s goal.
You’re probably thinking, “That still doesn’t make much sense.” Well, okay. My point is this; what may not seem to make sense to others may be exactly what you need in your life. You are the only one who can make that call and you shouldn’t worry about what others might think of your choices. Ultimately, you’re the one who will suffer the heartburn and so if it doesn’t work out well for you, you take responsibility for your actions. Sometimes our goals don’t fit into what others may see as where we should be spending our time or expending our energies. To that, I say, “Too bad for them.” If I want pizza with my coffee, that’s my business. Let them eat eggs.
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