Have you ever just been happy? Maybe still tired, worn down, but happy?
I have felt this way for a month.
Yep, 31 full days.
I have been watching all the leaves fall from trees and it just makes me feel like little blessings blowing all around me.
Why, you ask?
Because I'm pursuing my passions.
I'm doing NaNoWriMo again, and I'm happy to report that as of this very second, I have more than 12% done. I have a storyline that I love, that is deep enough to really take me places and with characters who are revealing a depth I didn't think they could have.
I've really found a fun network of people who are chasing the same dream, have the same crazy, eccentric thoughts that I do and are a little tired but excited.
My writer's group has been instrumental in helping me develop this story in ways I never thought it could go.
My kids are finding their place - realizing likes, dislikes, what makes them happy and Enoch still has work. Maybe too much.
I have had many times of extreme frustration, wondering when I was going to find Tasha again. And, in the last month, I've really found her, and I have to say, she's lots of fun to have around.
This may be confusing, but I think many will agree to knowing what it feels like to be mom, wife, church worker, employee, laundry/cleaning/food expert. And I know I still have to be all those things, but now I can be me too.
I made room in my life to let me be me and I plan on keeping me around for a long time.