Happy Halloween, it's 10 pm and I'm writing this in bed. Bruce is playing on his phone, and Emmie is in her room singing. It's way past her bedtime, but who can blame her, she probably has a sugar high. Hannah conked out hours ago, not having had any candy, worn out from Trick-or-Treating nonetheless.
After all the fun and excitement of today, just another in a long string of special days this October (baby Hannah's first birthday and the Cubs in the World Series!), I thought about not posting anything on my blog at all. I was really close to just going to sleep. But I've been trying to push myself lately.
In the past couple months, I've tried some new things. I took my first ever yoga class. It was great; I only made an ass out of myself a few times. Now that I've taken the leap, I would like to branch out and take more fitness classes. This goes along with my goal of losing the baby weight once and for all.
The thing I'm most proud of is I started sending out some poems to publishers. I've been trying to dedicate more time to writing. My writing group has been majorly motivational, and I'm ready to take the next step. My whole life I've wanted nothing more than to be a "writer." Though I have published in the past and work with words daily, I want more from myself.
A couple weekends ago we went to watch my sister-in-law run her first marathon. It was incredible. She had been training for nearly a year. Why? Not because she's in love with running. Because she decided that running a marathon was something she'd like to do, so she did what it took to get there, even when it sucked and she wanted to be done with it. That day, when I saw her appear at the top of the hill, yards from the finish line, and watched her put one sore foot in front of the other to achieve her goal, I was utterly inspired. People cheered madly for her. It brought tears to my eyes.
I'm always complaining about how I have no time, that I'm juggling three jobs and two kids and housework and this and that and the other. So many excuses for putting things off. But you know what? Everyone's got their something. It's important to make time for yourself, and live life in a way that makes you proud. I see other people doing it. I need to, too.
So I'm writing this blog post in bed, because otherwise I'd feel bad about not sticking to my goal of writing here at least once a month. And tomorrow, my alarm is going off at 4 am so that I can attempt to write my first novel during NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). Part of me feels like there's no way I can do it, not with an online class just started and another very full night class. I think there's a good chance I'll fail.
The other part of me says, this is your marathon. Make yourself do it. Put one word down after another, and eventually you'll cross the finish line. But only if you keep going.
So, go Cubs! And go me.
