The recent years have been difficult for everyone. I am no exception. Nothing that I'm dealing with is special or different from others when you reduce situations down to their essence. However, I am unique. I am my own person who deals with the world at large in my own ways. This being said... Please be understanding of your friends and family, co-workers, acquaintances, and others you interact with as we all take each day a step at a time. We are not mind readers and don't know the internal turmoil of others. We also shouldn't push our values and will on others. What is easy for one person isn't easy for another.
One of my goals once I hit my 40's was to improve myself. To understand and accept all that has made me... me. It is not always easy. Social anxiety, difficulties with relationships, OCD - control issues, and of course depression make it extremely difficult more often than not. My brain is constantly whirling. So, there have been tons of changes in my life since the pandemic began. My granddaughter was born and my son got married. We lost one of my aunts recently. Discovered that my mother has severe heart issues. Some family members came down with Covid. Book signings have been crazy as organizers try to reschedule and make adjustments to keep everyone healthy. I've missed deadlines. My depression hit a low that I've only had happen once before. I pulled into my shell and tired to heal from the inside out. However, not everyone understands... One of the biggest hits was when my approximately four year partnership with S.E. Isaac ended. My published work is now half of what it once was since all of our co-authored work is now de-listed. I a trying to figure out a way to move forward. Trying to find a way to get back four years worth of work. All while trying to find a way to coax my muse out of it's hidey hole. Others may be able to separate emotions from their writing. I can't. My emotions are a large factor in my ability to write; which is why I struggle to write so often. This month I celebrate my birthday. Not sure how I feel about turning 49. However, I'm still trying to work on making me the best me I can be. Cliché I know, yet it's a cliché for a reason. One step at a time. It's okay to be me. XOXOXO Josette
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