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I Was Thinking of Throwing a Pity Party, But What Would I Wear?

Ever feel like the only days you have are ones where your relationship’s rocky, everyone at work takes you for granted, and no matter how you style it, the hair you’re trying to grow out is going to look like a mullet for awhile?

That’s how I’ve been feeling this month.  And I hate it.

When I started this writing journey 2 years ago, it was the hardest thing I’d done in a long time.  I hadn’t written anything in so long, writing a book seemed like climbing Mount Everest.  And the disappointing thing is…I’m still on Everest.  The reality of it is:  I’ve made bad decisions.  

image courtesy flickr CC – Mrs. Inman

The hardest piece of being a writer I’m still struggling with learning is what Writer Social Media Jedi, Kristen Lamb, describes as this rule:

Feelings lie.

If I come home exhausted from work, I don’t write.  If I planned on journaling or blogging, but my honey wants to hang out, I don’t write.  If my sides hurt because I’ve done a triple back flip, ribbon dance and glow stick original performance just to get into my “cute butt jeans,” then I may not write…because physically sitting down in those pants is painful, and they don’t allow me to eat chocolate.

What have I been doing all this time?

My biggest dream in the world and it’s the first thing I’m always giving up. 

I think I’ve officially hit my rut.  I’m four years past graduation.  The “I’m an adult” now highs of a salaried job and better clothes are starting to wear off.  When I think of my future, I see this:

image courtesty Flickr CC – Mrs. Inman

Whatcha think of this look?  Is it the right dress for my party?

Don’t get me wrong, there are things I’m thankful for everyday.  I’m thankful I have a job.  I’m thankful for my family and my honey’s family who are supportive and loving and who always make me laugh.

I am also so grateful to this blogging community who’s come along with me on this raggle-taggle journey.

You guys are amazing!  And I whole-heartedly call many, many of you dear friends!

My biggest problem is that I’m still wishing more than I’m doing.  And facing that reality is one of the worst self truths I’ve had to come to terms with.  I’m going to blame Walt Disney.  Thanks a heap, Walt, for making Ariel the only other redhead I knew! 

When I become a real writer, I’m going to wear THIS!

image courtesy flickr CC – Mrs. Inman

I wanna be where the writers are…I wanna see, wanna see ’em scribbling!

I’m taking the week off from highlighting ROWmodels in an attempt to whip my own goal list into shape.  Wish me luck, everyone!  Tell me your success stories!  What helped you transition to more writing time?

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