“Love is writing. Love is living my life, love is busying myself, love is eating macarons. That is my version. This is the version I’ve chosen to explore, work on, and further. I finally feel like I’ve found my balance, for I am able to do as I wish and still manage to get things done. I’m still writing, I’m still working, and neither has begun to suffer. I’m comfortable being occupied by my goals, I’m comfortable accomplishing, I’m comfortable moving forward with my life.”
“Have you been writing?” That is a question that I’m asked on a daily basis, and I’m happy to say that my answer has predominantly been a yes. I am excited by my craft again, I am excited to explore what it is I’ve learned over the time I’ve spent trying to make things work, trying to find my footing. If you would’ve told me a few months ago that I would’ve been this busy, I would’ve laughed.
I like being busy.
I like having something to do, I like merely crossing something off of my (many) to-do lists. I like exploring new storylines, playing with plot, balancing hard work and time for myself. Granted, there will be things that’ll never change: I’ll never be able to get out of bed early and enjoy it, I’ll never be able to type a whole manuscript out without fixing things in between, I’ll never be able to get rid of those seemingly pressing bad days, but:
I will work with them. I will work past them. I’ll do something.
Don’t try too hard to conform to what you know won’t work for you, find your own way around it all. There’s always something that can be done, and for me, I’m allowing myself to be proud of how far I’ve come, and what I’ve managed to put behind me. Surely, there will times when I’m stuck with inevitable writer’s block, there will be times when I am uninspired and unmotivated, but:
There will be times when I can write, when I am inspired, when I am motivated, and I will take advantage of that time. I will make a difference in my life, and hopefully, one day, that of others.