Yup, it’s that time of year again. Another anniversary of my 29th birthday. That much closer to the warranty expiring.
Last night Sophia woke us up around 3 in the morning because she had a terrific ear pain (since discovered to be an ear infection requiring amoxicillin and pain-numbing drops, plus Advil for the fever). I more or less never went back to sleep (except when I managed to doze between 6 and 7), and I did a lot of thinking. About what I’m doing right now with my life, about what I want to be doing.
I’m actually exceptionally happy with my life. I know, it’s bad karma to actually say that aloud—whenever I’m in the market and see a magazine with a couple on the cover beaming about how happy they are, my first thought generally is, “Divorce within the year.” But I am still happily married to what’s-his-face, our kids are amazing —
(As Darin says, it’s a biological imperative to think your kids are great: you need to think they’re the bees’ knees so you protect them and keep them safe. Even though I know that, I still think they’re the world’s greatest kids.)
— we have a great house (albeit, still in the middle of getting the wood floors installed, which has us living with that “not quite moved in” feeling) in a wonderful town, and there are no problems looming on the horizon. I am extremely blessed to have wonderful friends and family.
My main problem these days appears to be inability to finish the rewrite of my novel. And on the scale of 1 to 10 of problems to have, that would probably finish around, I don’t know, 9.5, where getting the plague is a 1 and winning the lottery and immediately finding a sound financial advisor probably comes in at 10. It’s still a problem I want to solve though, and I’m figuring out how to do it at my own speed.
Of course, at the moment I’m sitting at home with my sickie chickie and not doing any writing at all. And tonight I’m going out with Darin for Date Night to celebrate my birthday. So I’m not going to solve that particular problem today. But you know what? For right now, at any rate, that’s okay.
Happy birthday, Diane!
First, happy birthday! Sorry about the sick kid though.
I can so relate to the rest of your post. I, too, have a wonderful life. Husband, kids, job, home, and all those other things that make life either worthwhile or enjoyable. I’m happy but I’m not content. Oh, no. I want the writing to sparkle and it doesn’t. I want the rewrite to be simple and straightforward; it’s not.
So I can totally appreciate where you’re coming from.