What  a privilege it has been this year

Hasn’t ‘always’ seemed like it but I picked up some early architect plans when cleaning house prior to decorating that were drawn last year and as the conservatory starts to go up next week I realised that what was on the paper and then looked an impossible dream – is all around me now. WOW!

 

That is an aside really to what has happened with my writing during this time – suffering from displacement and all that goes with moving out of a home into a mobile home and then re discovering the silence and joy of being alone to work – only to find I over did it and let myself get unfit and stale.

Trying to deal with delivering a work flow to my own satisfaction in the face of being at the mercy of everyone else’s requirements either family or the guys working on the house.

I haven’t always got it right.

 

I have tried not to let it stop all work – if not typing up my main goal project then I have been thinking about websites and blogs, even if that is listening to a Podcast or joining in a webinair – there haven’t been too many days I haven’t thought or done something – and usually quite a lot – to keep me on track.

 

I have hitched my waggon to numerous big engines of influence and guidance and to some smaller ones to get me up the hills of frustration and delay but now as we chug in to the home stretch I have got off  the moving trains and am watching them leave the station without me – why?

 

I have to get out and walk a while – carry my work through to the end of the journey – no one can do that for me though some will keep me company enroute – it will be my route and not theirs – I am not a ‘good follower’ which a mentor advocated was a requirement to succeed in life the other day to me and to his ‘followers’ and he is right I am not. I would suggest that neither is he!

 

No one can do very much alone in this world

We all need help and encouragement and guidance  but we also need to fly free to achieve our dreams – we cannot live by committee nor do business that way nor write books that way – not if we want the satisfaction of skidding tattered and torn into the grave knowing we gave it our all and lived to the max – having the courage to stand alone and find your way between the sign posts and choose which route, and when to take it is a huge part of that – hitching my wagon to a Star and trailing in its reflected glory is not for me just to say I belong somewhere  – I belong in me. You belong in you.

 

Listen. Learn. Move On.

 

So I am on the platform of life watching the trains leave and around me are the amazing and wonderful things I have in my life in all their messy stages and it IS time now to take it all forward – get the house finished, move back in, and get my series through revision and out there…

 

What is it time for you to do?