Not Just 9 to 5

It’s Saturday afternoon as I type this.  The girls are snuggled on the couch with iPads and blankets, Brian is gone geocaching, and I am writing and watching football.  I look around and think of all the millions of things I should be doing instead of sitting here on my computer.  I see the dust on the entertainment center.  The meals for next week need to be planned.  Laundry should be done.

I think about the writing career I am trying to get off of the ground.  There are query letters that should be written and sent out.  I need to research some markets for my ideas.  I also want to start outlining my novel.  I am determined to make 2012 the year I do this.

There is always so much to do and not enough hours in the day.  If I think about it too much, I feel overwhelmed and think maybe I should forget about some of my dreams.

I wonder if I am a good mother?  A good wife?  A good writer?  Am I enough?

Then I hear my kids playing with their dolls together nicely.  I kiss them good night and they say, “I love you Mama.”

My husband and I share a private joke and laugh together.  He texts me when he has a break at work.  He gets back from a work trip and says he missed me a lot.

I see my latest article published online.  I have found some great writer friends.  I have also found some writers that are giving me great feedback to help with my writing.

All of these little things show me that I am doing something right and that I am enough.