I’ve been contemplating my life as of late. Wasted days and wasted nights. That’s how I feel and I wonder, why did I do that? Why did I waste all of the opportunities God has given me?
One of the saddest times of my life was when my husband started working the night shift. At the time, he worked as an Avionic Technician at Ft. Rucker. Also around the same time, one of my sons married and my other son left for college. I was so lonely! (Words of songs keep popping into my mind, but I’ll refrain from singing them.) Loneliness is something we can all relate to.
But what I am thinking about now—now that my life is constantly filled with interruptions—is why didn’t I take that time to write? Why did I fritter it away watching TV shows or playing video games? Perhaps I was too depressed to write at the time.
Now, I want to write, yet I’m having difficulty finding the time.
It’s a cliché, but it’s a cliché because it is true. One morning you awake to find you are old(er), and those dreams you had have passed you by. I’m by no means too old to write. But I know I will not have the time to write all of the books I want to.
Enough with the pity party! I can write the book now that God wants me to. Get thee behind me, Satan!
(Okay—just as I was getting ready to post this, my cat threw up and my mother came down to ask me to cook something for lunch, although she knows I’m trying to work. Anyone know a secluded place I can escape to for awhile? By the way, I will cook my mother’s lunch. I would just like to have more than fifteen minutes of uninterrupted time! But God knows that and he will give me what I need.)