I’m coming off a major binge. A word binge. And as the dust clears and breathing space returns, I’m realizing once again that intense deadlines and laser-like focus are addictive, comforting almost–especially when you’re doing something that you love. I’m also realizing a few other things…
Unconventional living breeds discovery. Even when you’re passionate about your craft, there’s only so much midnight oil one person can burn in front of a computer screen. When it came time to give my novel a little TLC, there wasn’t a drop of inspiration left in my MacBook. So, I crept upstairs each night around 1AM, brought my lap desk and book light into bed and wrote with pen and paper until my eyes stopped cooperating. I surprised myself during those late night writing sessions. Mixing things up reveals treasures.
If your self-care slips, don’t beat yourself up, but get back on track. Pronto. During crunch time, my daily cooking ritual suffered a bit and it wasn’t easy getting back into the swing of things in the kitchen. Take-out was making an appearance in the rotation more than I’d like to admit (and so was sugar and coffee). It only took a week or two away from the cutting board and stove top to begin avoiding what had become my favorite part of the day. Cooking is like exercise. Let it slip for a few days and you’re cruising down a slippery slope. But, all it took was ripping out some recipes from magazines (and pulling some from the cookbook I’m editing), making a shopping list, and whipping up that first meal, to feel connected to my food again.
Life unplugged. Over the weekend, family visited and I spent a couple days in a whirlwind of reunions, cupcakes, late-night chats, sips of wine, and birthday celebrations. My laptop sat upstairs, untouched for a couple days. I got lost in my tiny rowhouse jam-packed with people I absolutely adore.
The flux in life makes living it so sweet. When our family returned to a trio on Sunday evening, I savored a few precious moments with my little one. Last month was both exhilarating and exhausting. But most of all, it was satisfying. It’s because of the ebb and flow of this nutty, gorgeous life that I’m in awe of the small, pure moments. Most of all, I’m just grateful for the joy I’ve found wrestling with words and raising a family, especially because the line between them is so blurry, it barely exists.
I look forward to the many catnaps with my babe, late night dates with my novel, and heart-pounding deadlines to come.