It’s been a while since I’ve posted to this blog. As I scan the previous post, it occurs to me that it has been an extremely long time since I’ve posted, or anyone in our group for that matter. It totally blows my mind that four years have past in what seems like a very short time. Life has indeed gotten in the way. Yes, I know, this is a complete cop out, excuse, and lame reason for not posting. But, never the less, it’s true.
Life, making a living, taking care of those close to us, or just surviving is something everyone deals with on a regular basis. Five years ago, I truly thought that I would be able to focus on writing like I wanted too, then, snap…I lost my job. Well, then I thought, okay…I can really focus on writing now. <Lots of laughter here> I was able to do this on a short basis, but then, I had to get back to reality and make a living. Due to my age, jobs were not as easy to come by. To make a long story short, I took additional classes to get a new degree, then ended up taking a job making half what I did before. This worked for about two years before another opportunity arose. The florist that I worked in while attending UGA came up for sale. I was contacted and then made an offer that I couldn’t refuse. My husband and I bought the store and then worked our asses off these past three years to make it at least break even. Now, we are at a point that my employees can work without my assistance, at least for a few hours each day. Thus, allowing me to revisit my guilty pleasure! I can’t tell just how wonderful that feels! During these past five years I have jotted down notes on everything from napkins, receipts, pieces of paper and anything capable of taking ink. Now…I get to rummage through all of my jotting past to see what I saved for my future self. It makes me giddy. There are passages that I don’t remember ever writing, the words and ideas sending goosebumps everywhere!
There is a meaning behind my rambling. Even though life gets in the way, sooner or later, the love of telling a story shines through. The life experiences only add to the telling. So hang in there my fellow “life kicked my butt” slackers, our love for writing will reassert itself sooner or later. It’s just a matter of time.