I’ve talked about how I want to work smarter, not harder, this year. I love writing. I love what I do. But, I don’t want to work 16-20 hours a day, 7 days a week. I don’t want to sacrifice my family, my sanity, my health, or me. And I’m still trying to figure out how to do that. I can master one concept of it, or another, but not all of it at the same time. That’s the goal this year, though. All of it, at the same time. All of it working seamlessly at the same time.
I know, I know. Go ahead and laugh. I’ll wait…
All I’m looking for is the balance.
I admire so many authors who put everything into their work… Every breathing, waking moment. They put out a lot of great books, are beloved by readers and admired by others like myself. They are wanted by this editor and that publisher. Some have families, some have day jobs, some have all sorts of other obligations, and some just have their writing. Some have spouses who handle the family and house. Some have great health and some don’t.
And I also don’t want to feel guilt for choosing work over kids over work over exercise over work over family over work… Guilt causes stress. I have enough that I don’t need to pile it on in other ways… I don’t want my kids to remember that all I did was work. Sometimes sitting and watching the game is enough. It’s why I unplug a lot more now on the weekends. It’s why the notebooks come out a lot more too.
So, I’ve watched some videos during my treadmill moments about work and happiness and life balance, looking for some thing I can try to implement into my life… Some things I keep, some I toss…
This is one of those videos…
How do you balance work and family and keeping your sanity?
More often than not, lately at least, I’m foraging in the dark, waiting for the bright light of A-HA! Waiting for the path to show itself. I plug along, yes, but the writing is never in the right order or its never the right tone. All the pieces and parts are scattered until the muse stumbles through the door and blows sprinkles everywhere that I finally figure it out.
It’s at the end. The week before a book is due for publication or submission. The week of late into the night writing the puzzle pieces into the finished product.
It’s frustrating. Terribly frustrating. It’s how I’ve worked in recent months. I’m easily distracted, hard pressed to make sense of things, but the one thing I’m on is blocked. No, that demon hasn’t been to visit in a very long time. Something I’m completely thankful for.
Maybe my sprinkle scattering muse is trying to teach me a lesson. Maybe it’s a let go and don’t force it lesson. Maybe it’s a keep a weather eye on the horizon lesson. Or maybe, shes/he/it just relishes the pressure of being last minute.
I’m not complaining, you see. I’m grateful for the sprinkles each and every time. Just an earlier arrival date would be nice once in a while…
But until then, I’ll keep dumping the box of puzzle pieces out of my head and onto the page…
The sprinkles will come.