I sometimes wonder where I fit in to all of it. I am the mother, the referee, the taxi driver, the cook and maid. But, it feels as though there should be more. I should be more.
It has been a week of serious writing. Thanks to my amazing Writing Group I have written pages and pages. My story has evolved and developed in surprising ways. I have found that I am happiest when I am 'doing'. That is my challenge. To focus and do.
Do you have a passion? Something you cannot live without? I have many. My family always comes first. But, lately, my words are my passion. I love the way they string together and paint images in my mind. Words are very real miracles. They can make us laugh or cry, bring us comfort or cause true pain.
Today, I am creating with my words. I am building a world, a family, a tragedy, a resolution. I fill their lives with love and conflict, and sit back to watch how they grow. Like my children, they surprise me, make me cry, and make me smile.
I am grateful for words. That in the midst of all the chaos of my life, I can sit and create. They make me feel powerful and just a bit magical.
(And, just for fun, some pictures from our family get-together last night. Taken by Max.)
|My niece, Amanda, and Jacob.|
|Jerry (brother-in-law) and Spencer|
|My good-looking brother, Mitch.|
|The Handy Man and me.|