Anyone who has been following my blog over the past few weeks knows I’ve been in a state of transition as I try to find a balance between life and work. My husband and I took a chance on new a job, moved to a new city, then discovered very quickly, like within weeks, we’d made a mistake. The job simply didn’t suit us or what we were looking for at this time in our lives. Not only that, but the long hours and exhaustion kept me from my writing for almost a full month. This separation from my passion caused me more than a little anxiety.
I once heard Oprah advise; let every experience teach you something new. I learned a great deal about myself and my personal needs through this most recent venture. I learned to appreciate what we already had, the importance of spending time with family and friends, and my need to find time to write daily. I also learned I don’t need a lot to be happy, or comfortable. I learned my time has real value to me in ways I’d never considered before. It also confirmed for me that making mistakes is all right, so long as you learn the lesson(s) and move on.
I know the company that hired us wasn’t thrilled with our decision to leave so quickly, but my husband and I both felt strongly that it was better to cut our losses, and theirs, sooner rather than later. No need to flog that horse. Moving twice in one month took a tremendous physical and emotional toll on us both, but it felt like the right thing to do. I was reminded to trust my instincts, and my instincts were telling me to re-group and get back to being “me”. That job didn’t feel like “me”.
Whenever I’ve tried to do things that didn’t feel quite right, I’ve made mistakes and been unhappy. I should know that by now, but I guess we all discount that niggling voice that whispers, “this isn’t right for you”. We rationalize all the reasons to discount that voice, and too often move toward, not from, the source of negative energy. For me it felt like wearing an overcoat that was two sizes too large. It felt bulky and heavy. It didn’t warm me, or make me feel secure. But that’s okay. Sometimes trying new things allows us to discover what we don’t want, which is as important as discovering what we do want. I knew that, but apparently I had to be taught – again.
Now, I’m back where I belong. I’m close to family and friends again, and I don’t regret taking a chance on something new. It has taught me much, and reminded me of more that I already knew. It confirmed for me that writing is my future, and for now, if I take on another job to help pay the bills and fund my writing career where needed, that’s okay too. I know I’ll get where I’m going, and I’ll meet some really great people along the way.
In the meantime, I’ve been working diligently with my publisher on the release of my second book, In The Spirit Of Forgiveness to get it released. We finally hit on the right cover art, which was so exciting, but it’s been a long process. It should be up on the website within a couple of days, so do stop over there and check it out. I’m not a particularly patient person, so I guess I’m having to learn the importance of patience as well.
I’m also in the midst of working on the next project, a fact-based historical fiction that I’m really, really excited about. Writing this book is teaching me so much about the past, about people who made a difference in their time, and about the tremendous importance of love. I didn’t think I’d enjoy doing the research which would allow me to blend fact and fiction, but I’ve discovered that I love it. Researching facts about the people in the story, the political and social climate of Europe in the 1800s, and breathing new life into a story that was destined to be told has infused me with a new level of excitement. I’m now pulling together the pieces of lives of real people who defied conventions of the day and were determined to see their vision for themselves and the future of their country realized. In doing so, it hits home once again how important it is to hold true to my beliefs, and fight for what I know is right for me.
It’s been said many times before that writing is a journey, and it’s leading me down paths I’m eager to explore. Around each corner I wonder, what next? There is so much work ahead, but I can’t wait to share what I’m discovering with my readers. Excitement and challenge are important to me. They drive me as nothing else. I’m grateful to my husband, who listens patiently while I go on and on about people and places from over a century ago. I’m grateful to my mother, who encourages me to seek and delve even deeper into myself and my work, and shares her own memories of a place I’ve never seen, her homeland of Denmark.
So, I’m continually learning what’s important to me, to my life, to my career as a writer. What have you learned recently about what’s important to you and your life? Please do take a moment to reply in the comments section, and share this post on social networks.