Milestone! Twenty checks in with you guys. I have to say, I’m a little proud of myself. I wasn’t sure if I would stick with this, but I’ve been doing pretty good.
Last week I attended FyreCon 4, which was amazing. I took literally forty pages of notes. So many wonderful speakers and informative sessions. And I met the President of one of the League of Utah Writers chapters. She is wonderful. It gave me the final push I needed to sign up. My first meeting is December 3rd. Can’t wait.
I’m still plugging away on my submission for the Writers of the Future quarterly contest. Deadline is December 31st. I think I’m on track to have my first draft done by Sunday (Nov 22nd). That will give me five weeks to edit and polish the short story. I am still optimistic that I can get it done.
I had a very allegorical dream a couple nights ago that I interpreted as encouragement to continue on the path I am walking down. I’m feeling good about it. A little frustrated with myself still. Mostly because I am still not following through the way I wish I was. But these are all things that can (and will) be gotten through. My confidence is building slowly…oh so very slowly…
I had a moment two mornings ago. I was standing in my kitchen, pouring my self a cup of coffee. I was thinking about writing at the time, getting ready to go work on my submission. I was watching the wind move through the trees. The sun was shining, and the smell of the coffee was comforting. The kitchen was clean. I was comfortable. In that moment, everything was right in my world. Everything was as it should be. My underlining always present frustration wasn’t making itself known in that moment. There was no urgency of what I should be doing. I was content. I was gently happy.
It was the oddest sensation (as sad of a commentary on my life that it...still true). It was like suddenly I was swept into an alternate timeline in which I had been doing what I should have been doing all along. It was just a feeling and it was fleeting. Such a profound little moment in an otherwise frustratingly dull and hapless existence. But just the momentary existence of that feeling in my life gave me confidence that I was moving in the right direction. It filled me with hope.
I think many of us have those little moments, but sometimes it’s difficult to pay attention to them. They are so small in the grand scheme of things, but they are sacred and beautiful. Every tiny win. Every shift. These are things that progress is made of. These are things that are the foundation for dreams.
Take the time to notice those little moments. Be it alone or with others.
In these crazy, scary times we need to depend on each other. Reach out. Make a friend. Just keep 6 feet apart for now.
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