The household routines are finding a new normal as changes continue occurring. I’m still writing 2-3000 words a night, and am on track to finish the 50,000 word challenge. I rarely have less than two cats in a room with me at any given moment, and the boys take turns checking on me during the night. I’m counting down the final days until I’m a full time writer and may have to do more pavement pounding for accounting work than I’d initially intended, but it’s all good.
Still and all, I’m feeling a bit frustrated and had to have a firm talk with myself this morning about some of the negative energy I needed to offload immediately. As a result, I had a smooth, if slow drive home tonight through slight drizzle which waited until I was snug inside with a kitty or two curled up in my lap before coming down with any intensity. It was wonderful to sit in the living room, surrounded by the cats, listening to the rain beating on the roof.
My appetite is waning again, and I made do with a bowl of lentil soup for dinner. I’m ok with it as I never feel stuffed these days.
I’m sticking to my routine to write from about 9 until about 11 every night, and have yet to actually sit in front of the computer with nothing coming out (knocking on wood and whatever else I need to do to keep the muses happy!). Lately, I’m writing at least two chapters, and sometimes three during my nightly sittings. Though I plan to do more writing this weekend, I also need to fit in grocery shopping and cleaning for the big day! The rain on the roof makes me crave the after Thanksgiving turkey soup even more and the mere mention of it had my daughter making noises which assured me that she’d take some of it off my hands! (I don’t know how to make a small pot of soup!)
At work, I’ve dived into the process of training someone to do the things I’ve been doing, accounting-wise, and am hearing little murmurs about who they’ll be giving the rest of my work to. At this point, despite the initial conversation, I’m not counting on a lot of contract work from that direction, so anything I get will be a bonus. Instead, I continue to hold the belief that everything is going to work out perfectly and let the hows come to me in their own time.
To say I wasn’t nervous would be a lie, but to fail to also admit that I’m incredibly excited would be tragic! Today I was asked why I had to leave by the woman I was training. I told her, in all honesty, that it was something I have to do for me, and if I don’t do it now, I probably never will. I know it is an enormous leap of faith, but what person who truly follows their dream doesn’t do the same? As I see it, as long as you are true to yourself and do what you really, truly, desperately want to do, you can’t help but be successful. You just have to make sure you’re using the right thing to measure that success!
My gratitudes tonight are:
1. I am grateful that I have the courage to take a leap of faith…in myself.
2. I am grateful to the cats for continuing to offer me comfort and support.
3. I am grateful for rainy nights.
4. I am grateful for continued success on my novel.
5. I am grateful for passing days which get me closer to my dream.
Love and light.