It has been one of those weeks. Yesterday, Casey was in an auto accident and totaled his car - the one we have no collision insurance on. But all I can do is be thankful that no one was hurt. Meanwhile, Nathan turned fifteen and got his learner's permit this afternoon. Now I have three young men out on the roads of Atlanta. It is hard not to worry.
"Worry never robs tomorrow of its sorry. It only saps today of its joy."
This time last year I was playing the "dating game" and fighting illness. Now, as I approach the ten-year anniversary of my divorce, I am single and healthy. I am doing work that I love and embracing friendships and projects that I cherish.
I've come a long way, baby.
I'm not exactly sure where I'm headed. But I stumbled upon a couple of great blog posts this week.
First, this one, about how bloggers engage community. I would love to develop a community. Of women in the throes of reinvention. Because I know I'm not the only one. Maybe I will even inspire someone to get out of her comfort zone and be the person she's always dreamed of being, do the work she's always dreamed of doing. There's no time like the present.
Second, this one, a piece of "narrative nonfiction." I had never heard that term before. But I think it's possible that's what I'm meant to write. I have been making a big effort to be a fiction writer. But on the heels of rejection, I am experiencing a crisis of confidence. Maybe I don't have what it takes to write the great American novel. My strength has always been writing nonfiction - clear, concise prose that requires very little editing - as opposed to fiction, which I can't seem to get right, no matter how hard I try.
I have so many stories to tell. I just have to figure out how best to tell them.
Readers, talk to me. We're all in this together.