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I make plans.

I decide to be committed to my writing and my dreams and my health and then the first thing that comes along to demand my time fractures my attention to detail.

I am a mom and a wife. I am a cancer survivor. I am a writer.

Each of these things demands time and commitment. The first one goes along swimmingly for a bit and then someone has a crisis of health, of relationships or education and all my attention goes to that shiny object. Gone are my dedications to my writing and my health. Everything goes secondary to my kids and husband.

I forget my vitamins, my workouts disappear and my writing Poof!

Honestly I wouldn’t have it any other way. I want to be a wife and mother. I worked hard to stay here in my life and I relish every minute. Sometimes there are hard things but I still wouldn’t give up my ability to be wife and mother.  What I dislike is how long it takes to get me back on track. I also dislike that I can’t, in those times of crisis, wake up an hour earlier and work out, or remember to simply take my vitamins. Though if you took a look at my vitamins you would understand they are a commitment in themselves!

This was full this morning


So here I am, several solved events later and I am back on track. I am back to the gym, Pilates and yoga and the vits and finally, yesterday and today…writing!


I awoke this morning from a dream. My older daughter was home from college and I returned to the house to find my computer gone.  I asked her where it was and she talked in circles like the cat in Alice in Wonderland. And when I shook her and said, “My books are all in there.” She just laughed and rolled over on the bed.

Needless to say I got up this morning and wrote.

Yesterday I edited on my memoir and today I worked on my novel. I can’t wait to get home and do more on my books.

Last night I was in a cafe writing this while our youngest was working on a class project at a classmate’s house. I had dinner and wrote this.

Today I got up and did a podcast for an English website—will let you know when that launches. I think interruptions are like meditating. You have to see the interruptions as leaves in a stream and just watch them go by without getting bent out of shape and then move on.



I am grateful for the interruptions because they mean I am still here. Now back to work!



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