It's just after 7:00 on a Monday night. I've been up since 5:00 this morning and I'm just now sitting down to spend a little time writing.
I could list the million little things I've done today, the numerous tasks I accomplished between when I got up and now. And I could go on and on about the exhaustion I feel knowing sleep is still hours away.
Or I could look at today with a little more optimism.
It's a new week and tonight I don't have anywhere to be except in front of my computer revising my next novel. I have a full battery charge, music moving through the headphones, and a revision schedule that is proving to be extremely doable. There's coffee next to me, a puppy with her head resting on my leg, and I'm snuggled in my favorite jammies.
This is where I'm meant to be. Right here on a Monday night.
I used to complain and bemoan about my lack of writing time. I blamed everything and everyone any time I couldn't sit down a create. The kids need me. The dishes need to be done. There is laundry to fold. Someone needs help with something. I don't have a quiet office. You name it and I used it as an excuse. That's all they were, though. Excuses. Simple excuses to cover up the fact that I wasn't making my writing, my love of creating a priority.
There are so many articles and websites out there that will tell us anything with need to know about priorities (129 million of them if Google is to be trusted) and I'm sure some of them are very helpful. That's not what this is, though. This isn't a blog post telling you how I made writing a priority or how someone needs to work through there excuses to find their passion.
This is nothing more than a recognition of beauty. Of place. Of a Monday night and a dog and a charged laptop. Of the chance to be creative and follow my passion. Of an opportunity to learn to be better at what I do. There is beauty in creating in the chaos. This is my cabin in the woods. This is my writing retreat, my quiet office. I don't ignore it. I don't choose to do something else because of what is happening around me. I embrace it. I celebrate it.
It's what I have. It's the time I've been given. And none of the rest of it matters on my Monday night.
For a little while, at least, there will be words. And I'm grateful.
"This is the season she will make beautiful things. Not perfect things but honest things that
speak to who she is and who she is called to be." - Morgan Harper Nichols
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