I’ve had ideas of writing a book for about ten years now. You’d think that was enough to time to have written one but I was kind of busy. First of all, I was busy parenting and simply getting my act together. I became such a mess the first twenty years of my life that I spent the next twenty years digging myself out of the hole that my bad education had gotten me into. I also wasted a lot of time trying to figure out what other people wanted me to do and then running around like a circus animal doing it.
I’m making excuses for myself but these are the facts and now I’m here in a fabulous place and I get to decide exactly what I want to do with the next twenty years of my life. I have a lot of planning to do but one thing I have decided is that I’m going to go to school and I’m going to write a book. I know exactly what the book is about (don’t get too excited because it’s not going to be anything special) but I haven’t decided what I’m going to study because there are at least a dozen areas I would like to major in. Can you graduate with twelve minors??
My sixteen-year-old is making some difficult choices as well. After months of debate, she decided to sell her beloved animals and now she is studying for the ACT, applying to college and she has even bigger plans for next fall. The dairy farm has definitely been an adventurous chapter in our life but she’s ready for something new and all I can say is… THANK GOODNESS! I never even slightly wanted to own a dairy farm and the whole thing was really hard on me but it was an amazing experience for her so I’m happy I suffered through it.
I was going to replace “suffered” with a less dramatic word but no. With the state my health was in, and with all the other things we were going through last year it was suffering. One of my goals for the next twenty years is to do less suffering. I don’t know why suffering has been such a recurring theme in my life but that is going to change and I mean it! You might have to remind me the next time I try to get involved with a crazy scheme. No suffering!
In the meantime, I have three and a half weeks to write for NaNoWriMo and pack up my house and move. I always have the best timing. What was I saying about suffering?
I will never learn.
But this is different. This is something I am doing for all the right reasons.
Ready, set, go.