Not too long ago, I had trouble sleeping in the same bed with someone else (Simon. I mean, who else?). Now I have trouble sleeping without him. Last night, I woke up at least four times in the middle of the night. But I did get almost nine hours sleep, so I’m not complaining.
It still amazes me that I can miss someone but still be perfectly happy and have a lovely time. This is a feeling I have never experienced. But then, I’ve never been so sure of someone’s love.
So, today was all about writing and catching up on the first two episodes of Downton Abbey.
But the writing – that’s the exciting new thing in my life. Since becoming unemployed, I have toyed with numerous ideas for my next book. I have written many of these ideas and even quite a few “first pages” but I abandoned all of them. It was when I realized that I needed to write nonfiction that things began to come together.
Now, it’s all gelling. Writing is effortless. Yesterday and today I wrote about a thousand words and I want to stick to that as a minimum word count (except on my hiking days). I really want to get up to two thousand words a day. Anything between those two numbers will make me happy. I already like where I have come so far with the book: the entire outline plus a very good start on chapter one.
This writing – this was the final piece of the puzzle of my life that had to fall into place. I have the love of my life. I have no “boss” to answer to. And now, I have the work that I love and that excites me. I needed that last piece.
I realize that I end many of these posts with the words, “I am blessed.” I suspect I will keep using them, because I truly am. Today I feel that right down to my bones.