Hello, my name is Larkin, I’ve been a productive human today! I’ll pause while you applaud…you know you want too! Please? Ok, ok. I would like to thank the regular cup of coffee I had this morning instead of my usual de-caff. Thank you, caffeine!
As I trudged through my morning of sorting papers and paying medical bills, a pure joy~ (meet sarcasm tilde, find him everywhere sarcasm is) my mind was steadily on my newfound desire to pursue writing. Pen names, online courses, blogs, freelancing, book writing, the myriad of possibilities at my feet. The Pinterest posts I’ve been steadily collecting float before my eyes. My love of books, reading, poetry, creative writing, all puffing me up like a confident peacock so proud of himself. And then I reminded myself to take it one day at a time because I’m 41 and still have a family to juggle. I didn’t really have to remind myself, my kids running around yelling and requesting snacks while I was making calls did that.
As my mind drifted in and out of responsibility and new found hope I suddenly zeroed in on my next hurdle to cross. I need a routine. I need to stick to it. It’s not gonna be pretty. It’s gonna be downright ugly. I like sleep a lot. It’s something I’m really good at. Don’t judge! My routine fell apart as soon as the kids were out of school due to the ‘rona. Apparently, the school schedule was the only thing holding me together! (Insert mom in bathrobe and drinking wine joke here.) One of the key topics I read in all of those Pinterest posts was having a schedule and holding yourself accountable. Setting aside the same time and location to get to work. Abiding by a daily word count and prioritizing writing over other responsibilities. Prioritizing the things that I want or need to do can be really hard. As a parent we often put ourselves on the back burner and our needs get pushed to the side. Not today Satan! Ok well my kids aren’t Satan but they are big ole time sucks. I am committing to making my needs/wants a priority. Because I matter! Don’t worry though, these punks will still get all the capri sun and pizza they want. There will be no child deprivation, I swear.
Yes, I’m a mom. I have three kids who are beautiful and wonderful and can drive me absolutely crazy. I have two dogs, two cats, and a husband. He’s listed with the pets for a reason. Divine what you will. As a pre-teen and teenager, I used poetry and journaling as an outlet for all of that angst you get when our hormones begin to take over. I’ve since grown away from both except for the rare occasion but I think that could change soon. My passion for writing was ignited by a middle school teacher who praised me and encouraged me. I’ll never forget her and how she made me feel. I’ve always had a love of reading. So much so my parents would take away my book so I’d go outside and play. I would begrudgingly go outside and sulk until I could get my book back. It’s hard to believe that I spent years NOT reading books, as my family grew and I got busier. Then came along with greatest invention known to man, er, to me. Audiobooks! Being able to “read” hands free opened up the world of books for me again. All my time shuffling kids to and fro put to use listening to my book in the car. Earbuds and headphones became my best friend. I even have a speaker in my shower so I can get my fix! Sure, they were a little strange to get used to at first, but the more I listened the more natural it became. And some narrators are so good (I’m talking to you Kate Mulgrew) you feel like you are watching a movie. I can’t help it; I am in love with audiobooks. Sorry husband.
After a move to a new city and with my second child only 5 months old I took up crochet and turned that into a hobby shop that I’ve now had for three years, I think. In the past couple of years, I’ve developed a desire to camp and hike and have taken that on as a hobby as well. I’ll have to tell you about the movie that brought on that inspiration. Speaking of movies, I adore movies. Almost all movies. I am especially fond of anything sci-fi, fantasy, or actiony. I make words now too, ha! And of course, my family keeps me busy.
Alas, due to some recent depression and anxiety, (can’t have one without the other) I am behind in my familial duties. As I dug out from under those this morning, I could feel the weight lifting off of me. I can feel my peacock feathers pointing towards the sky, urging me to take on other challenges. I think I’m ready to start. To begin. To do.
Thank you for joining me on this journey. I’m not exactly sure where we’re going but, it’s nice to not travel alone.