I found yesterday afternoon to be very frustrating. When the kids and I arrived home from school in the afternoon, I intended to give them some play time before making them do homework, and I thought it would be the perfect time to work in my writing journal.
My prompt for the day was to write about my ideal place in 400 words. Well, the kids were bickering and sliding around the wood floors in the laundry basket, and squealing random thoughts at me every 30 seconds. The neighbor dogs were barking nonstop at who-knows-what. I couldn’t even put two words together, let alone create an ideal place. My house was so chaotic that I couldn’t even visualize that place.
So I shut the computer down and went off to do other things. Maybe, I thought, I need to wait a few years before I try to work on some writing creativity. These are my child-rearing years, and perhaps that is all that I should be concentrating on. But the other part of my brain was arguing that couldn’t I do a little something on the side? The kids are my world, but shouldn’t I do at least one thing that makes me feel as though I am an individual, and not just a mom?
I used to run. Sure it was a long time ago, but I did enjoy it. So just this week I had decided to do the “Couch to 5K” workout program to get myself back up and moving. I felt as though I would hold off on that for a few more years also. But this morning, Rob woke me up early. Get out there, he said. I fought it for a few minutes, and then got up and went outside. I still have beads of sweat running down my face, and I feel good. I sure am glad I did it.
When I came inside to a quiet house, I realized that I want to write. It was at that moment that I realized that I am going to keep working at it. Good, bad, everything in between, it doesn’t matter. It is something that I find extremely enjoyable. Sure there are going to be days when it is impossible to get any thoughts together, but that comes with the territory.
In a roundabout way, I think I just answered yesterdays prompt. I am in my ideal place. Home. And would you look at that, it’s 400 words.
Now if you will excuse me, I have to go get the kids up…