Ah, Jessie J, you’ve got it so right tonight, I had tears streaming down my face as I listened to your wonderful song. It gets to the heart of things.
There are confidences I cannot give away whilst blogging, and this makes it so hard to tell the truth. Suffice it to say it has been a tough day. One of those days where the dark cloud seemed to follow me around no matter how I tried to blow it away. There are good reasons for the darkness, reasonable reasons, and yet, how I Hate IT.
So, when I’m sitting at home after finally getting the kids to bed after cooking two separate dinners and waiting for the third one to finish in the oven, well, everything seemed to sort of suck. I’m too tired to come up with a poetic way to put it. Everything sucked.
I spent three months renovating my home office so I could have a great place to finally write my masterpiece, but in the renovation, my computer got filled with dust, the internet broke, and I could no longer print to my printer. In between, I spent a week in New York far-welling my elderly Aunt, a week in Sydney celebrating my 20th wedding anniversary, and lots of time soul-searching.
There is a book in me that is itching to be written. I’ve started it three times, in three ways, and am now trying to merge them together to make a masterpiece. What with family, and work, and pets, and laundry, it is so hard to find the time. I keep falling on my face.
I think we’re doing okay, then a day comes like today, or yesterday, and pulls the rug out from under me, pulls me under like a rip-tide, and I know if I went for a run I’d run way too far to just run away from this black dog at my heels.
Instead, I’m going to breathe and blog, and accept that today was just one day. I’ve had plenty of bad days, bad weeks, bad months, but I’ve always come through. The dark I live in today will power my writing in the future.
I still fall on my face sometimes. But it’s okay. Because Jessie J does too, and she writes masterpieces that move me to tears. I’m just going to dust myself off, put on Rachel Platten’s Fight Song, and get on with thinking about my new masterpiece.
Running? It’s going okay. But that’s a blog for another day.
patriciaabowmer 