“I am a writer who blogs, takes photographs, and does Public Speaking.
I am working on a Live Life List, (my own positive version of a Bucket List).
My 1st Book is at the beta-reader stage and my trilogy, (or is it a series?) is about 2/3s written.”
Her story is one that will have you nodding your head in understanding. If you are like me, it will make you think about the voices that swirl around in your head about dreams and futures.
I have over the last year been quietly working away at a goal.
A goal to reclaim my life.
To turn back into Me.
I adore being a grandmother person, visits, lunches, emails, shared experiences and Oh the hugs. I still love, and always will love being a mother person But it is more hands off these days.
Now I see when I lifted my hands into the hands off position
This is really done inside your head,
seeking for and locking into a change of attitude
(you don’t disengage your heart)
Then I found my hands were free to hold, embrace, carry and lift other things.
Now I meet new friends in groovy cafes. We talk about things that matter to us.
We laugh a lot, and I don’t have to rush off because I have to be somewhere.
Sometimes I rush off because I choose to be somewhere…
Now I write.
Now I belong, yes I belong, not just go to, a writers group.
Not a book group. We do not read, we write.
We do read our work. We critique. …hopefully we publish
I have become a Public Speaker.
My debut presentation went so very well.
No nerves. A great audience.
A critical subject.
I want more.
Other women’s daughters, from far flung places,
come to stay. Because they want to.
I love showing them my city,
markets, and beautiful nature.
I continue to reclaim,
Yet the thought occurs to me that I am not