I am not feeling terribly brave today.
I’m feeling pretty overwhelmed. My work load these past two weeks (and until Tuesday) has been huge. A lovely writer that I work with in Write Submit Support at the Writing Barn (and who only knows what I do there) said, “I don’t know how you get done all you do.”
Sometimes I’m not sure either. And weeks like these, where I will have read about 700,000 or more words and written well over 1,000 pages of feedback, working from 7 a.m. to 8 p.m. Plus, my own story, sandwiched in between deadlines, makes me not terribly balanced in this thing called life.
I’m lucky because I have work and work equals money to support my family, and that’s important.
I’m lucky because I really love story and helping people make their best ones.
I’m lucky because I have work. And yes, I’m already stressed about making enough money in May because that’s the way my anxiety rolls.
And Tuesday will come. And I’ll get to rest soon. And I am so lucky to be a part in other writers’ journeys as they forge ahead creating this brilliant stories out of their amazing brains.
Gosh though, right now, I’m so tired.
But Tuesday will come.
And I will jump into its arms, grateful and tired, but mostly grateful.
This is an old painting because I’m not quite brave enough to share thanks to:
1. Money anxiety
2. My tiredness
3. Not having a new painting, mostly because I haven’t had time to work on any.
