Everyone has limits. Here are mine.
I live in Northern California where we’re experiencing a horrible and terrifying fire emergency – the Kincade Fire – and I want to offer a quick update on what’s going on in my neck of the woods.
Last week I fulfilled a lifelong dream of mine when I got to see Phil Collins live in concert on his farewell tour.
There are the usual questions readers ask authors. But what about the hard ones? I answer those questions here.
Instead of treating my writing as a priority, I treated it like a hobby, placing it much lower than everything else just because it was something I wanted to do vs. something I had to do.
I was tired of comparing my real life to everyone’s highlights reels, feeling this tug-of-war between wanting to quiet the noise and wanting to contribute to it. So I did something about it. I took a break from digital media.
I think we miss these opportunities to enjoy our home lives as much as we enjoy visiting new places. It’s habitual to go about the day-to-day, treating every moment as ordinary. What if, instead, we created celebration around the ordinary?
I started writing about how much I enjoy the morning light, but then this turned into a story about my dog, and my grief over putting him down.
I’ve been considering my word for 2019, praying and meditating for the past few days on the one that will further my journey. My word for 2019 is FOCUS, and I’m so excited to take my life path to a whole new level. But it goes further than that. The truth is, my word for the year is actually FIVE words: Pray ~ Plan ~ Focus ~ Execute ~ Persist.
At the end of 2017, I was reeling from three months that included a massive fire that devastated my hometown, a failed book release, a writing project that took my failure to a whole new level, plus the realization that I couldn’t handle the busy life I had created for myself. I was broken. My word for 2018 became confidence, because my confidence was utterly shaken. I needed a year to get a grip and realize my worth.