Sorry! I couldn’t resist. There are so many others getting in the April Fools spirit that I just had to jump in.
With that said, a lot has happened in my life lately. Enough to make me put my writing life temporarily on the back-burner.
If you follow me on Twitter you will know that I have recently moved out of my childhood home – and then had to move out of the house I moved into due to personal complications. Not only that, but I landed myself a new job in a brand new town, one which I am still trying to navigate.
I’ve moved twice in one month.
I’ve landed a new job.
I’ve been travelling backwards and forwards, left and right.
It’s been a lot. Too much, sometimes.
I’ve struggled to find the time, or the energy, to write anything substantial the last few weeks. Some nights, my head hits the pillow and I am gone. Others, I’ve been spread out on the sofa, gobbling up snacks and tuning in to the latest episodes of Masterchef. Not exactly the picture of a dedicated writer, is it?
I suppose you could say that, due to the upheaval of my regular life, I’ve had to live as normally as possible. Getting up. Going to work. Coming home. Doing chores. Focusing on myself. Becoming comfortable with myself. Finding out where I fit in.
There have been nights where I’ve wondered if this is what my life will always be. A life where I only focus on me – on where I am going, how much money I make. On where I should be in my career, my social life, in regards to my age group.
And I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t want a life like that.
Of course I will always make time for me. I believe it is important; I do not think I would have gotten this far without turning inward. However, as a result I have only felt like half of me. Incomplete, yet functioning. Able to go about life, yet feeling like something is lost in the living.
That changes tonight.
Tonight, I have laid out my plans. Blogs. Chapters. Some poetry here and there. Writing will return to my routine. And this time, I want to make it stick even in the face of upheaval.
Even as I write this little blog post, I can feel a weight lifting from my mind. A curtain is finally being raised and me, the real me, is stretching out upon this new stage of life.
I love my job. I love my new flat. I love all my friends and family who have supported me. I love this journey that I am on.
And I love to write.
I love to write.