Sometimes, you can’t write. That was most of 2017 for me.
I know, recaps of the previous year are so three weeks ago. But I promise not to bore you with too many details. In a nutshell, here are a few of the things that happened in my life in 2017:
- Gave birth to my daughter.
- Had surgery on my jaw to remove a benign cyst.
- Turned 30…
- Started a Book Club at my church.
- Went to a small writers conference in Minnesota.
- Bought a house and moved.
But actual writing, you ask? Meh…
Not that I didn’t write, I just didn’t get as far as I would have liked to. Writing was easier when I only had my son around, but once my daughter was born, finding time to write got harder and harder, especially since my daughter is a clingy mommy’s girl.
It got to the point where I was beginning to question my calling. Writers write, right? Aren’t we supposed to be writing every single day? (Or so they say). My husband just kept telling me “this is just the season of life that you’re in.” But I still questioned God’s calling for me, wondering if I had misinterpreted it somehow. I was basically on the edge of the cliff, ready to jump off and call it quits. But as I was ready to take the jump, I just couldn’t do it. God made it pretty clear right then that He called me to this, and I just need to keep going and trust Him.
About a day or two later, I was looking around on Facebook and found posts by two different writers. Both explaining that they also hadn’t been able to write for awhile, and were now finally getting that itch to start putting words on the page again. I’m getting that itch, too. Knowing that I wasn’t the only one in a rut was so encouraging.
Now it’s 2018, here’s hoping for more writing, more hugs and snuggles from my kids (and the hubby too 😛 ), a more deepened faith and relationship with God, and hopefully a little less crazy and a more laid-back year.
What are you hoping for or looking forward to in 2018?