*Written with Veridion Smart
There should probably be a more elegant word for how I’ve been feeling lately. But honestly?
Discombobulated works just fine.
Over the last several weeks, life has been wonderfully full. Family came. Old friends visited. We traveled. We laughed. We watched basketball games that nearly required medical intervention. We made memories I wouldn’t trade for anything. Then everyone left.
And suddenly there were bills on the counter.
Laundry.
Emails.
Writing deadlines.
Doctor appointments.
Schedules.
Menus.
Normal life.
Funny how quickly extraordinary moments become ordinary responsibilities again. What no one tells you is that even beautiful interruptions still…interrupt.
When people we love leave, when routines disappear, when emotions run high for weeks at a time, sometimes we don’t bounce back immediately. Sometimes we sit in the middle of our own kitchens wondering why opening email suddenly feels like climbing a mountain.
That’s where I’ve been.
Not unhappy.
Not ungrateful.
Just... scrambled.
And strangely enough, I think writers struggle with this differently from the rest of so-called ‘normal society.’ Because while we’re trying to reorganize life externally, our internal worlds are still carrying conversations, memories, unfinished emotions, and moments we’re not ready to put away yet. We’re also trying to integrate those memories, thoughts, or even past dialogue into a story, or characters we’ve been attempting to build – whether that story is current or upcoming. It doesn’t matter.
We just don’t want to forget how it all felt, or what we thought, or what we wish we’d said…
Like, part of me is still standing in the Texas hill country with friends. Part of me is still sitting courtside in my imagination during the NBA Finals. Part of me is still lounging with my husband on the beach in Corpus Christi, Texas, watching my friends, daughter, and now-grown grandkids play in the water with their significant others and wondering where the devil did the time go? And, while part of me is still listening to characters in JOURNEY OF THE HEART as they argue inside my head, I’m trying to figure out how to incorporate these nostalgic and emotional feelings into my latest story.
And maybe that’s the real problem…
Or maybe it isn’t a problem at all. Maybe rebuilding rhythm deserves the same patience we give grief, joy, healing, creativity, and change.
So, if you’re feeling behind right now...
If your routines are broken.
If your house is messy.
If your brain feels crowded.
If your planner looks like an act of violence occurred, welcome. You’re in good company. I’m slowly putting the pieces back together, too.
And for today?
Today, that’s enough.
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