Friday, June 15, 2012

June Blooms

Hey, guess what? If you haven’t looked at your calendar lately, it’s June. I’ve always liked June. Strawberries come into season, roses bloom and the school year (finally!) reaches it’s end for a lot of kids. Bring on summer! Beach trips, sandcastles, barbecues and chocolate dipped ice cream cones at the local Dairy Queen. Yum!!! Time to relax, time to have fun.

June is also my birthday month (my grandfather nicknamed me Rosebud). Not that I’m happy about being a year older, but hey, can’t stop that clock and still be around to notice, unless you’re immortal like a vampire, or some kind of freaky automaton robot thing with a human soul trapped inside. Heh.

So how’s that story coming along, you ask?

Well, I’ll tell ya. The last six months have been a whirlwind of productivity in getting my life onto some sort of forward moving track. Thanks to those twin sisters of success, Persistence and Patience, I now weigh a lot less and am in better shape than I was ten years ago. My home business of creating photo art is about ready to launch, and getting up at 5 am to put in a solid hour of writing a day has resulted in paragraphs of crap being revised into paragraphs of slightly-more-readable crap. Yep.  Progress has been made. Am I done the book yet? No. But every step counts, every word counts, every second spent on making my dreams a priority count.

Yolo: You only live once. So just do it. Very sage words spoken by a very wise friend.

And sometimes just doing it means taking a chance on yourself; stepping out of your comfort zone and trying something new, so it’s with a mixture of excitement and anxious nail biting, that I make my next announcement…drum roll please…I got a new job. A promotion at work which I am very honoured to have been given as it entails more responsibility and slightly more pay for the trade-off of slightly less hours. Actually, a lot less hours. Which means, that’s right, more time for me to put the things that matter the most in my life first, like caring for my son, and running that small business properly and, oh joy, oh bliss…writing stories. Scary for my bank account of course, but I’ll make up the difference soon, won’t I? You know, when Tin Heart is snapped up and becomes a NYT best seller, right? RIGHT?


Truth is I’m not a special snowflake. I’m just like everyone else. I struggle, dream, and paying bills each month will always be a circus juggling act. But sometimes dreams are more important than money. Happiness most certainly is.

 YOLO. Just do it. Let your inner rose bloom. You never know what will happen if you try.

Happy June everyone!