With warmer weather and a break from homeschool, it’s now time to start spending more time outside in the sunshine instead of cooped up all day in the house.
Between building garden boxes to cleaning out the barn to getting back into horseback riding for myself and the kids, I’m finding that I’m going to have to find a better balance when it comes to my writing time.
And it’s something I’m struggling with a little.
My writing keeps me sane. Putting words to paper (or the computer screen) is an outlet that I need. Not to mention, these novels I have scheduled to publish this year and next aren’t going to write themselves. I’ve got to have the time to work on them if I’m ever going to get them done, right?
But with that said, I can’t keep myself or my kids locked up day in and day out, making them sit in front of a TV or play in their rooms while I sit in front of the computer all day. It’s not fair to me and it’s not fair to them.
I’ve got to find a better balance.
Not only for my kids but for me.
So, from now on, I’m only going to write early in the mornings. Once the kids are awake, I’m closing the computer and calling it a day.
My horse turned 20 this year. 20. It may not seem old and it may not be old, but horses don’t live much past 30 if they even make it that far. Knowing I only have, at most, 10 years left with him has me regretting not putting more effort in spending time with him the last eight years. I used being a mom as an excuse and used the saying that “I didn’t have the time”.
And now I’m left with regrets that I did that.
I will always have my stories, but I won’t always have my horse. Sure, I can buy others, but there is only going to be one Piglet. If I have to push back the release of future novels in order to spend time with him, then that’s what I’m going to do. Not to mention, I’d love to start taking my girls out for horse rides, too. I had so much fun doing so as a kid and I want to give them the same memories.
From now on I’m going to go out in the sunlight, I’m going to eat and drink other food than coffee, and I’m not going to have lily-white legs this summer.