That seems to be a common response when things don’t seem to go our way. It’s one I use regularly. Or “it happens,” whatever “it” may be.
This is where I’m at now when it comes to writing and other extracurricular things.
I’ve had a hard time finding consistency in writing since the beginning of the year. Especially when spring rolled around. First, of course, there was and is the pandemic that’s upended everyone’s routines. Mine was affected with confounding success. It didn’t help, that my mind was already in a pretty bad state. The worst I’ve dealt with in 40 years.
Then there’s the projects at home – finishing the backyard landscape of our new home and now beginning the process of finishing the basement. More updates to come on that one (note: I have no idea what I’m doing so this should be and adventure).
Work has also disrupted the routine I’ve had. A promotion that brought with it new responsibilities and challenges – application lead duties and the challenges of training people. That in and of itself has exhausted my mental faculties in a way I have not experienced before. With that promotion came a move from swing shift to day shift. I’ve welcomed the schedule change, wanted it for some time now. However, the toll? I no longer have that dedicated time to write.
I’m not complaining. No. I’m merely pointing to something important – some things have greater significance than others and we all have to learn to adjust to life’s new adventures. That means finding a “new normal.” Something I’ve near refused to accept, especially with regards to the pandemic.
I will write consistently again. It’s in my blood. It’s what I do. In the meantime, I have other things that require my attention. That’s life, right?
Indeed, “life happens.”