Usually summertime is writing time for me as I take a break from school and studies. The past couple of years it seems that my summer is progressing to being one of the busiest times of the year, making me wish for school to be back in session. LOL! But I would not trade it for anything in the world.
My wonderful boyfriend’s two children come over from Oklahoma to visit as well as my daughter, Kelsey, from Texas. Not only are we excited to have them, but since our little cabin is situated in the mountains of North Georgia, and we have a lake right down the road only ten minutes away, we are always doing something on the water, or at the ranch. Our place has become a sanctuary for others in our family too. We have had visitors since March this year, coming to enjoy the peaceful quality of Hiawassee, and to see us.
I remember when my children were younger, how stressful I would get when I knew I had much to accomplish, and never seemed to get anywhere during the day. It would “freak me out” if I could not seem to get anything done on a timely basis. I know my children thought I was very controlling about my schedule, and even told me so. It was not until a few years ago when I had a mild heart attack that I realized they were correct, and I was not enjoying this life the way that it should be. I always worked and never took the time to visit the simpler things in life.
I have always been the firm believer that the supreme being places us here on this earth to learn valuable lessons before we are graduated to higher plane. This lifetime has taught me that I need to slow down and listen, look and ponder. While my writing is very important, especially since I would like to finish Legends of Green Isle Series before I leave this existence, there are more important things that need my attention during the summer, and that is the children. They are little only one time, and once they grow up, they will “freak out” about their lives and their children, and not have time for me then, until they need a babysitter. 🙂 And I am pretty cool about that.
Writing is very important to me, but now I look at it in a different way. I write for my children, instead of wishing to be as famous. I write to enjoy words like an artist enjoys painting colors on a canvas. I write to give of myself, so that the future generation may see something of who I was.
Part of being a great writer is knowing when to shift your perspective, and taking a step back from the stress of everyday, to allow your soul to recharge.
Give someone a hug today just for the heck of it, and take a break just to hear the birds sing, the wind talk, and the insect call to each other. It will do wonders for your mind, and your body, and give you a chance to be a little less stressed.